Have you ever, like, gone to the bathroom and lock yourself in the stall, and then when you were done with your business, try to open the stall but the lock doesn’t open? And then you twist the knob furiously while simultaneously assessing how close the stall walls are to the ground and decide that there’s no way you’ll be able to climb under? And then you realize that the only other woman at your office left and you don’t know if you should call out to the men or if they’ll even hear you because the warehouse is far away? And you wonder if they’ll notice that you haven’t left yet because it’s near the end of the day and they could just assume that you’ve gone already? And then you assess how close the stall walls are to the ceiling and decide that there’s no way you’ll be able to climb over it if it came to that and you wonder who the hell designed this bathroom stall anyway? And just when you reach that point of desperation where you’re going to start ramming the stall door with your shoulder, the lock turns and you leave and pretend that nothing happened?