This morning, I had to go sit on the toilet shortly after I got to work. Luckily, the bathrooms are well-kept-up and clean. For such occasions, I have a habitual stall in the bathroom that I prefer. I have no idea where this preference comes from... never stopped to think about it - do you have stall preferences?
Anyway, the preferred stall's door was closed. Sometimes it swings into a shut position on its own, though, so I tried to discretely glance through the gap between frame and door as i passed it to the next stall, just to confirm presence or absence of a user. No-one was in it. I then felt free to look a little closer and confirm the stall was empty. so i pushed the door, glad that the stall was in fact available.
The door was latched shut. It didn't click at first, what was going on. I sat down in the next stall and while performing standard operations, I evaluated the options.
1) The door had gained sentience and locked itself, which is a bit absurd
2) Someone had gone to the trouble of latching the door, which is only really feasible from the inside, then crawling out of the stall under the wall. This would violate almost every law of men's bathroom behavior (except urinal selection rules, but thats not applicable here), and is thus about as likely as me having a winning lottery ticket suddenly appear in my mouth.
3) The Invisible Man was using the stall - likely, except there was no smell.
4) Someone in the GI department is a wizard, and was using the stall while magically veiled from sight to gain arcane boons to his experimental results, or perhaps direct a curse at someone who threw out his lunch while cleaning the breakroom refrigerator.
Did I miss anything? In case there was someone in there, I didn't try glancing in again on my way out, even though I could have done it subtly, in the mirror as I was washing my hands.
