C looked at me like I had grown a third eye in the middle of my forehead.
"Oh, not you too?"
"What? Tell me you didn't have a favorite stall in school."
"Umm, no, my classes were too far flung. First available was my stall of choice."
"I mean in elementary school."
I don't remember the bathrooms from elementary school. (But I do remember this: the bathrooms had doors, and walls, and stalls with doors inside.)
"No, I did not have a favorite stall."
"Really? I did. It was-"
"Please, don't tell me. I don't think I want to know."