Allow me to set the stage for you. It's 1:13 pm, and my daily "after lunch bathroom break" is knocking at my back door. I make my way to the potty, and my superhuman enhanced senses hear the sound of a toilet flushing a few steps before I enter the bathroom. I continue on in to find a lone man washing his hands at the sink. Mid-step my peripheral vision informs me that there is no one at the 2 urinals. This esteemed gentlemen definitely came from one of the toilet stalls...but which one? The first two stalls are normal-sized, while the third is a handicapped extra large one. This is my preferred home port, because I like to stretch my legs out while I drop trou. Plus I tend to bang my elbows in normal stalls. Because I am a giant freak. Anyways, it's decision time. Which stall do I go in? I have a 1 in 3 chance of sitting down on the same toilet this dude just got up from. This thought does not gruntle me. I decide to go big and head for the handicapped stall. I go in and glance at the toilet and realize the error of my ways. The water is still flowing in the toilet. Oh dear...I've gone too far to come out of the stall and find another one. But...but...that seat is guaranteed to still be warm! I gingerly unbuckle and sit down. Yep, still warm. I quickly mark my territory with a low, long fart, and all is well. Though I believe that next time I will just call an audible and book it out of there instead of putting my buttocks in such a risky situation.