I was briefly in a hospital bathroom last week. A woman came in, and by the way she walked I could tell she was sick. Every move made her sigh, or grunt, or wheeze.
She got into the stall next to me and I heard a deep, long, loud sound. As you do, in a bathroom.
Then she announced, “That wasn’t me. That was my walker.”
It was a good laugh. When I got out of my stall I saw she had indeed dragged her walker sideways into the stall with her.
So, that’s a good line if you ever find yourself in a public bathroom.