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.