I’m Not a Monster, After All
Don’t get me wrong, I feel bad for the dude… I’m not a monster, after all.
But in hindsight, two things were working against the man whose stall I barged into in the restroom:
One: That door latch appeared to be in perfect working order.
Two: (and possibly more important than the first) His missing legs most certainly did not prevent him from engaging that fucking latch.
But I’M the bad guy. Perhaps my telling you that taking a “stand” over an honest mistake was, well, a mistake, but cut me some slack here. I was probably just, if not more embarrassed. And just a little freaked-out to be frank.