Adventures in the porta potty

Porta potties are the main bathroom for we deployed folk.

So no shit there I was.....

With my disinfectant in hand, ready to "take care of business". Upon spraying the seat down and taking my seat, there was a polite knock.

"someones in here" I said, V E R Y L O U D L Y.

Taking a deep breath, about to get down to business, someone pulled at the locked door, enough to unlock it. Seeing as how it is a latch lock, and damned near impossible to unlock from the outside, I was flabbergasted that it would seem that one needed to use this plastic toilet so much that they would intrude on someone elses privacy, and as they proceeded to O P E N the door, they said "oh, sorry"

As I closed the door once again, they CONTINUED TO PULL ON IT! I was so astounded at this (polish soldiers)audacity, I was unable to utter any resemblence to an audible response, and found that the only thing I * was * able to do, was to prop my left foot up onto the inside wall, and hang onto the door handle for dear life. AND HE KEPT TUGGING!!!

This thirty seconds seemed to last forever. As I deduced that I was finished with my business, and stood up (still clutching the door) The tugging stopped.

WTH