The Poo Cubicle

When I arrive at work after my cycle, I am in desperate need of a freshen-up... if you know what I mean.
I'm a little on the sweaty side.
Therefore, I use my office's only self-contained toilet.
It's not the kind of toilet where there are loads of toilets in loads of cubicles (although we have one of those too...)
No no. Just the one toilet. In the one room.
It's great.
I can get completely in my birthday suit without having to worry about peepers. Or creepers.
I can spread out my bags and stuff.
It's perfect.
Well. Almost perfect...
...I'm starting to get the feeling that this is where most people go for their morning poop...
Apart from the stench of poo that is usually lingering in the air, I often get people desperately trying to barge in while I'm in there. Their rapid flexes of the door handle indicate to me the kind of desperation that one only experiences when nature's called.
I can't quite understand it.
There are plenty of toilets to use in the big bathroom next door - why the sudden rush to my freshen-up cubicle?
When did everyone get so poo-shy?
Everyone poos! I think...
People shouldn't be ashamed and hide away in the poo cubicle. They should venture out into the world of multi-poo cubicles...
...and leave my freshen-up cubicle alone!!!