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I went camping this weekend, and we ate breakfast on Sunday (the day we were leaving) at a restaurant in the small town near the campsite.
Upon finishing my breakfast, I had to use the stall. BOTH stall doors didn't lock. I was trying to hold the door closed as I went, but couldn't do it all the time. One of the time I let go of the door, an old man opened it... he immediately said "sorry" and closed the door. I didn't even get a chance to get a good look of his face, except that he was old. I quickly said "it doesn't lock" as he was entering the other stall, and says: "Looks like this door is like that other one too." I felt like I had a bond with that old man.
I later heard from the girl that are breakfast with us that the women's stalls were freaking curtains.
I think that restaurant had the worst washroom facilities for both sexes that I've seen.
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