the place I just quit had a single stall that faced the door and a urinal. The gap between the stall door and the wall aligned perfectly with the door and the head of the squatter. So, we would always get someone with a look of panic when we walked in there.
I loved it when you could tell that whoever was in there was having a "hard" time.. You could almost hear them clinch their ass in the hopes that you would leave soon so that they could freely paint the porcelain with gusto.
No such luck..... I would hang out in there as long as possible before I was bustin up. Hanging out and waiting for them to not be able to hold it anymore and start with the tiny little clenched butt short bursts is quite funny. Sometimes I would go out the door and quickly come back in to hear them trying to frap freely and then have to start clinching again because someone walked in...
And I was famous for turning the lights off on people....
I loved it when you could tell that whoever was in there was having a "hard" time.. You could almost hear them clinch their ass in the hopes that you would leave soon so that they could freely paint the porcelain with gusto.
No such luck..... I would hang out in there as long as possible before I was bustin up. Hanging out and waiting for them to not be able to hold it anymore and start with the tiny little clenched butt short bursts is quite funny. Sometimes I would go out the door and quickly come back in to hear them trying to frap freely and then have to start clinching again because someone walked in...

And I was famous for turning the lights off on people....



TMI !!!