Four jobs ago, I worked at a location that had generally inadequate bathroom stalls. One of them entirely lacked the lock on the stall throughout my entire tenure there, meaning that sometimes taking this (metaphorical) position wasn’t optional. Everyone avoided that stall when possible, but there weren’t always other choices.

Fortunately it was a smaller stall, unlike the one pictured, so taller people could brace the door manually, but not everyone had the endurance or reach for that. In fact I once, in a moment of desperation, was convinced no one was in there and burst into it to the mutual surprise of the unexpected occupant and myself. (Totally my fault.)

Leaning into the stall to close the door for their subsequent privacy was one of the more awkward experiences of my life.