i don't remember when i first learned to stop worrying and love the storm count, but i did, oh yes, i did. just imagine for a while; an old man with some physical problem quietly walks into the public toilet, locks the door, pulls out a sandwich from his pocket, and takes a quick few bites while standing over the welcoming hole below. i hope you might think it’s great. grab a fork, and find a spot to properly devour every comforting bite. we came up with some wild ideas. most individuals often wear nothing as the booth is completely private. 