Restroom
Musings
At my work, there are four stalls.
I usually go to the second from the left.
Been that way for two years and some change.
Sometimes someone’s in the stall or the stall next to it.
And so I choose the farthest one from them.
I don’t mind that much. Really, I’m not bothered.
But I do quite like the idea of having “my stall”.