I'm in the bathroom. Using it.
Motormouth marches in, because, you know, closed doors mean nothing. "Mom, I peeled the orange but I can't open it."
Me: What exactly do you want me to do at this very second?
Motormouth: oh. I'll wait.
Me: I'd offer you a seat, but it seems there is only one in here.
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