So, you find yourself needing to use the office facilities to, you know, drop off the kids at the pool. Snap one off, etc etc.
This may apply to men only, as, by legend, ladies never take a dump at work.

Having occupied trap 2, in a typical 3 trap set up, and going into trance so that you can ignore circumstances, and the fact that a thin divide separates you from your neighbour, you can just about deal with the indignity of it all, and commence the bombing run.

At this moment, the occupant of trap 1 produces a sustained musical note from their barking spider of such regulated pitch and sustain that all that seems to be missing is a pianist hitting the same key, and a singer repeating “me.. Me… Meeee” until they’re ready to start work on a tune . I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, applaud, or shout out a request.