ok.
So.
This one time I was at work and sick as hell because I actually ate the cafeteria food. After a couple "Fly Bys" I drop into what I think is a "Safe Haven" and start working on a "Havana omelet". Then this chick walks in, on the phone, having some kind of teary and very serious discussion with her friend. I hold off awhile and wait for her to leave, but she doesn't. I courtesy flush to say "Hey, I'm in here, this is a bad place to be and I feel bad for your friend because you're apparently one of those people who calls other people while you're in the bathroom".
She stays. My guts are still tying themselves in knots. I stop caring. a "jailbreak" ensues and all the courtesy flushing, camo-coughing and toe-tapping is not going to mask this.
To all appearances, something has died in my insides and is bringing my large intestine down with it.
EVENTUALLY this lady starts making little gaggy sounds and says "Hang on, I'm going to find somewhere else to talk..."
It's About #$%*ing Time, Lady.
Besides. I was there first.
Oh and fwiw, don't eat the "Denver Eggs" where I work. If they don't kill you, you will wish they had.