for whatever reason the men’s room nearest my office features two full-blown stalls: one normal, with a locking door, and another shrouded by a mere shower curtain.
weirder, whenever i use that restroom i find myself in the old shower-curtain vestibule. can’t say why, and it wouldn’t matter if i did, cuz i’m not making conscious choices… i just find myself there.
i salute you, shower-curtain-bathroom-stall-bathroom. you are an unlikely, intimate destination without peer. thank goodness for the weirdness of institutional restrooms, Indian restaurants and those innumerable, ad hoc fixtures dotting them and everything else.