Predictable Sequence of Sounds

You walk toward the door and open it You enter and walk some more You knock twice or thrice on the door inside that room No one is there You enter it, close the door, and lock it ... You are lucky the stall has nice disposable and flushable seat covers You pull one up and down like you read on the gentle instruction sentence on the paper container You are the first customer of the day as you go to work earlier than others It is clean ... The seat is ready You unbundled, unzip, and sit down And a sigh of deep, innermost relief in your exhaling breath When the other kind of gaseous content exits your body from the other side After that, you take care of the rest of the business ... You flush, as a courtesy so that the toxic fume of yours does not bother the next customer too too much And then you roll out the freshly recycled paper on your hand and then clean off your own body's products that others characterize as filth You are done and you flush again and you get up, zip up, and buckle up too You unlock and open the stall door Walk to the lavatory Wash your hands and dry them You walk out the door and push the elevator button ... You walk to your office and sit down before your computer in your cubicle As if Nothing ever happened in the past 15 minutes You pretend that you are not an animal You portray to other humans that you are more than an animal with needs of biology and physiology You are like other humans And that is not a bad thing