At the Port Arthur historic site, I visited the bathroom not long after we arrived. As I strolled into the facilities I had to choose between the full-length wall urinal or one of the cubicles opposite. It appeared the entire room was empty since all cubicle doors were open and nobody else was visible. However, as I passed the first cubicle I realised there was a fellow sitting in it, doing his business with the door wide open. “Ah,” you say, “this is where he slammed the door shut in a fit of embarassment”. I’d agree with you, but you’re wrong. No, this fellow wanted conversation.

SPOTD: Hello!

Me: (silence)

SPOTD: Nice day, isn’t it?

Me: (silence)

SPOTD: Hello? How are you?

Me: (silence)

I quickly finished why I’d gone in there in the first place and walked toward the door knowing I’d have to pass his cubicle again. As I neared this time though, I could see he’d gotten the message that perhaps displaying himself legs akimbo and producing foul odours was not assisting his conversational efforts so had pushed the door shut though not latched it. I assume this was so that if someone else came into the room he could re-open the door and try again.

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