I have a choice between three toilets. One is a pleasant temperature but has one of those motion-detecting light things, which is not conducive to either legitimate or skivvy cubicle use. Another has your standard manual lighting but is freezing cold. The third option strikes a comfortable balance between these two but is the furthest away, and furtive glances from male co-workers who sit nearer to that toilet lead me to believe they are not happy about my encroachment into their territory.

I'm bored.