Stalling

I've often times considered writing a post about bathroom stalls. I know, I'm crazy, I promise I didn't fall down and hit my head (though I won't promise that a wall didn't jump out in my path...)
Nearly everyday at work I walk into the ladies' room and am faced with not one or two, but about 10 different stalls from which to choose. I know that something silly like which stall to go into doesn't really matter in the long run. Generally, we choose the one that's open. But what do you do when all of them are deserted? Do you go into the same stall each time, or do you play musical stalls?
Clearly I have too much time on my hands to think about such silly things. But it's been a random post tugging at the back of my brain for many weeks. I finally relented and wrote it. About bathroom stalls. Yeah. I'll wander away now. Gotta take the bf to the airport.