I ran to the bathroom almost peeing a bit. When I got in there, all the stalls were full except for the handicap bathroom. I also HATE using this bathroom, because when I am in there - I am always positive that a handicap women with a wheelchair is going to come in and I'll be violating my bathroom right. But I had to pee so badly that I decided to risk it.
The stalls were the nicer stall with an actual door on them - not a stall swinging door. I shut the door behind me, and turn to lock it. There isn't a lock - so naturally I assume it locked automatically when you shut the door. I then run 10 feet across the room to the toilet. Seriously though, in handicap bathrooms you are so far away from the door. This is when it happened.
I was mid-relief when I see an older women (based on the shoes) walking toward me. I start to quietly say "I'm in here.." then she get's closer and I practically yell "I'M IN HERE!" Regardless of my squeals the old women opens the door. I immediately cover my lady bits, and she doesn't say sorry, she DOESN'T close the door - she just STARES at me. I think she was reminiscing what it was like to be young. She was totally glazed over for a solid 20 seconds. Finally she breaks out of her glaze and hears me yelling "HI - SHUT THE DOOR". She shuts the door and then from behind the closed door, says sorry in a a very quiet old woman like voice.
After this it took me a few minutes to gather myself and get over the stage freight. I really needed to finish this pee fest and get out of there! I am practically shaking trying to get the rest of my bladder empty when I see another pair of shoes walking toward me. I started to have flashbacks of the minutes prior. I don't try a quiet warning this time. I jumped from the toilet with pants around my ankles and lunge toward the door. I slam it shut as she tries to open it. Like as if that wasn't enough, she kept trying! She was like fighting me to open the bathroom door. I scream "I AM IN HERE!!", and once again I hear a quiet "ooh sorry.." That's it I pulled up my pants like a big girl. I stomped over to the sink and washed my hands.
I was so fuming angry that I get back to J who was waiting outside the bathroom for me, and I don't say I word I just walk quickly away from the bathroom. After pouting for a solid 5 minutes. I finally tell Jared what happened. I am not sure I've ever been so upset at a mall.
{At least I got some shopping done after I was done pouting}
Am I the only one who has this fear?? Why can't we pee in peace?