Toilet Musings

Is there anything so uncomfortable as occupying one of two bathroom stalls when both occupants are engaged in the same stressful activity? The terror of making too loud a sound or, even worse, none at all, as your partner in defecation tries gingerly to eek out a meager portion of what, before you arrived with your equally dire need to evacuate, was promising to be a mighty and satisfying shit? The cloying worry that after a particularly vivacious fart you might taint their nostrils with a palpable patina of intestinal rot and they may be so aghast that they look under the stall to try to establish who - what incomprehensibly devious creature - could be responsible for such a horrifying eruption so you lift your feet before they can identify the make or size under the far-too-high partition dividing two toiletmates?