Madrigal

I’ve always believed that the whole stall concept was developed by some kind of pervert.

I mean, even when they grant proper visual privacy, that’s just one of our five senses. You can still hear and smell what’s going on next door - and I swear in some cases just about taste it.

To me, “privacy” means all senses.

Not to mention having weirdos peek over the top of the stall, which has happened.

Crepuscular, maybe?

It’s a bit like alt med quacks wearing a white lab coat and carrying a stethoscope while they prescribe magical water or wave coloured crystals at you.