That'll be QUITE enough, thanks.

I just went into the bathroom. There is a guy in there who works with me... I won't go into who it is. He is sitting on the, well, you know... he is doing his business... he is talking on his cell phone... and the stall door is WIDE. OPEN.

I don't mind the constant chit-chat banter I have to endure from the idiots I work with, or the "when the cat's away" stuff that goes on when management isn't at work... everyone has to put up with some level of social interaction that they are less-than-comfortable with, and I know I am a tough customer when it comes to all of that because if I had my way- nobody would talk or interact with each other at work EVER unless it was work-related. But I should at least be able to go to a bathroom and relieve myself without... THAT.

Dear lord. Shut your fucking stall door. What the hell is wrong with you?