I have a theory about my office bathroom (newly remodeled). There are three main stalls and then a couple of handicapped stalls that no one uses because they were finished after the main three and frankly, I don't know if they are actually finished or not. So, we have the main three stalls. All identical, yet each with their own... "characteristics".
There is the one on the end against the wall, which is kind of dark and has the fart fan directly above it. Clearly, the people who use this stall prefer their privacy (ifyouknowwhatimean). Then, there's the middle stall (which I'll come back to) and the first stall. Forget that the first stall is connected to the handicapped stalls because again, no one uses them so they may as well not even exist. The first stall is HIGH TRAFFIC and preferred. I wish I knew the psychology behind it because I'm sure there is some. I guess no one wants to sit next to a pooper.
So, the majority of the people (I'm talking 99%) go in the first stall unless it's occupied and then they choose the last stall. What does that leave? That's right. MY STALL. The perfectly good, perfectly unused middle stall.
A couple of months ago, the germaphobe in me (cultivated by my husband) realized that the middle stall was always empty. So, I started using it. Literally, I've been out of the office for a doctor's appointment all morning, come in around lunch and the seat is still up from the previous night's toilet cleaning. NO ONE USES MY STALL BUT ME. In an office, do you realize how awesome that is? AND, if anyone else does use it, the traffic is very sparse which makes my bottom very happy.
I can't believe I just wrote that much about my office bathroom, but I think about it everytime I go in there, so I figured that was the universe's way of telling me to share. Or, maybe I'm just nuts. ZIP IT.