Picture, if you will, the following scene.

A ladies’ toilet. Your typical set of public facilities, furnished with four cubicles, some sinks, and an unpredictable hand dryer which either takes thirty minutes to dry your hands or blasts with such heat and force that it removes your skin as it does so.

Needing the lavatory, I entered the only vacant cubicle – the last on my left. I locked the cubicle door behind me and set about my business.

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