I was having a shit in a cubicle, and you feel pretty vulnerable when do this as it is. Imagine my horror when some guy sits in the one next to me and goes "Alright mate". I ignored him, but I was squirming. I then thought about responding, but the time period where I could have responded had passed. After far too long a pause, I gave a pathetic "Yeah I'm fine thanks". More awkward silence followed, I was desperately trying to hold in everything to avoid making any noise whatsoever. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, he pipes up again. "You having a good day mate?" I was literally desperate, I seriously cosidered reinacting the scene from Trainspotting and disappearing down the toilet. "Yeah its been good thanks mate" I quivered, and in a desperate attempt to look as though I was into this bizare conversation asked "How about yours?". Then came the final nail in the coffin: he said "Look mate I'm gonna have to call you back, there's some prick in the cubicle next door answering all my questions".