stalling

I “work” in the student government offices in the University Union here at the U-dub. Therefore, I often utilize the nearby restroom. Each time I do so, I use the same stall. I very well could use a different stall, there is nothing but my own preference keeping me from doing so, I simply choose not to. Call me strange if you wish. This is the way I am. Today I entered the bathroom only to find my stall occupied. How dare they? That is my stall. What was I to do? I was forced to either use a strange, unfamiliar toilet, or linger around creepish-like until the occupant of my stall exited. I chose the first, normal option. But I gotta tell ya, it was a struggle.

UPDATE (11/3): Today my stall was out of toilet paper. Things just aren't going my way.
UPDATE (11/11): Today my stall was "stained", if you will, as well as the one next to it. I don't ask for much, people.