Our restroom has 3 stalls, the first you have to be careful to latch it correctly - I found this out one afternoon when I pushed the door open to see a woman sitting on the toilet texting someone. As I took my seat in the middle stall she began explaining through the partition that it was a tricky latch and "some people read books while they use the toilet, I text people", okay ... I did not need to know that.

The 3rd stall is the handicap stall, so unless the other two are occupied I won't use that one.

The middle stall, the stall I landed in that afternoon has an exploding toilet. The white porcelain bowl looked harmless enough until I stood up, zipped up, and then flushed it with my foot ... BLOOOSH BLOOSH BLOOOOSH!!!!! GURGLE GLUGGLE!!!!! and there I stood covered in toilet mist. You know how many germs and bacteria are in that lovely Eau de Toilette? Enough to make your skin crawl if you suddenly feel wet mist on your lips.

For some reason I continued using that stall, even when the 1st was not occupied ... the previous tenant's conversation led me to believe it didn't lock. So each trip, I'd stand, zip up, open the door, stretch my leg as far as it would reach, turn my head away from the toilet, then flush with my foot and bolt toward the sinks.

After maybe 2 or 3 weeks I once again visited the restroom and since the middle stall was occupied I decided to use the 1st stall. I was elated to find that the door does indeed lock, the latch just needs a bit of lubrication and you have to make sure to shut the door all the way.

So I can finally use the toilet and not have to do a crazy balancing act and duck like a mad fool every time I flush.