Before reading the story, know that I'm not telling this in a tough guy way because that's not me. I don't tell it with pride, I'm ashamed of myself but my buttons were pushed pretty much to my absolute breaking point. I'm posting it because I have a hard time understanding why I seem to attract these people. This is only the most recent one. I usually avoid taking a crap in public bathrooms but today, I had an emergency and I knew I couldn't make it home. Anyway, I'm doing my business and a kid of about 4 comes over and starts staring at me in the gap between the door and the partition. I ignored him at first but then he just won't leave! Having a kid stare at me while I'm trying to take a dump isn't exactly helping things move along, if you take my meaning. I tried motioning at him to go away but he's just not getting the hint, my stomach is hurting and I quit caring so I just said "go away". The kid starts bawling and his dad, who I didn't even know was in the bathroom, decides to finally take notice of what's going on. He bangs on the stall door and demands to know what's going on. Now he's staring at me in the gap, I told him exactly what happened and then told HIM to "Go away!". He asks what my %$@&ing problem is and I asked him if he liked being stared at by total strangers while he's trying to take a ****. He starts giving me **** about being in the stall when his kid has to go, I admit, this is when I kind of snapped. I told him the bathroom was empty when I came in(which it indeed was), that it wasn't my problem and he could go perform an anatomical impossibility upon himself. He starts arguing again and I admit it, I snapped completely and I haven't felt as pissed off in years as I felt in that moment. I told him to get the %$#& away from me and that if he was still in the room when I was done, there was going to be a big %$@!ing problem. He finally grabs his kid and leaves. Excuse me for wanting to take a dump without having people stare at me!!! I wasn't sure what to expect coming out of the bathroom but he was nowhere to be seen. I wasn't sure if he might have gone to security or something but no one ever bothered me. I bought what I came there for and went home. I'll be honest, had I not had to finish crapping and wipe, I really think I might have pulled up my pants, thrown open the door and hit the guy. Again, I'm not saying that in a tough guy way and I take no pride in it. It was just a very strange and unique situation that I never could have imagined happening. I'm still left shaking my head at the whole situation. This is also a unique situation in that I can't actually say I'm sorry for it. Usually, even if someone's an asshole, I feel bad if I say anything about it. I get angry but I just let it pass, it's just easier that way.I guess being in the vulnerable state of sitting on a toilet changes a lot. Normally, I would be sorry for swearing in front of a kid but he dropped the f-bomb in a threatening manner first. Does that make me doing it right? Of course not, but him doing it first did change my attitude on the whole situation quickly. I feel ashamed for letting myself get that mad, but that's all. I'll throw another short story in to show what other nearly mind bogglingly strange people I've had start on me just for existing. A couple years ago, I was walking to my car in a parking lot. There was a woman walking ahead of me, I was 20 feet or so behind her, I was behind her because my car was in that isle. This was in broad daylight and there were other people walking to their cars around. She turns and says to me "Just where are you going?" I say "To my car. (I pointed to it). Where are you going?" I thought it was strange enough that I was asked that I returned the question. She points to my keys in my hand and asks what I have in my hand. I hold up my keys and say "My keys. What's in your hand?" Again, I thought I'd return the question. She responds with that with "I have mace." I told her I'd press full charges on her for assault if she sprayed me. For whatever reason, that seemed to satisfy her. She turned around and went to her car. Luckily it was farther down the isle than mine so I didn't have to pass her. I felt keeping a distance was the best thing at that point. If something happened to her in the past, I'm damn sorry about that, I truly am but that was no way to deal with it.