Handicap Bathroom

I am at the Barnes and Nobel in Union Square NYC. I have had way too much coffee with dairy creamer not to mention two slices of NYC’s best/cheapest cheese pizza. So it comes to no surprise to someone who has a intolerance to milk products that the bathroom would be the next stop. OH, but what is this that my eyes see? But a line in the men’s bathroom for everyone has gorged themselves on coffee and cheap NY pizza. The line is out the door and rumbling in my stomach persist with each and every second I spend awaiting my turn to use this less than hygienic toilet. Finally it is my turn and I enter the handicap stall to do the business that doesn’t need explaining. I am halfway done with my business trip when I hear a large smack on the stall door. “It’s occupied” I scream. ” I am handicap and need to use the bathroom!” the man replies. I reply to his reply by saying “I am taking a shit and in order for you to take your shit I must first finish.” His response entertained me. “It is the law that you get up and allow me to use the bathroom.” I respond to this ignorant fool. “I am unaware of any law that require me to cut my bathroom use short just because a handicap person needs to use the bathroom. If someone is going to shit their pants, it’s better you than me. See, you can blame it on your handicap and I cannot. So until I finish you can stare at the hand dryer. Since you took the time to have a conversation with me I must assure you that it will take longer since you distracted me from doing my business.” This was the first time I ever felt like punching a cripple.