And by love I mean *hate*.
There are maybe 37 different places I could come up with at the top of my head that are normal locations for a private conversation. Standing next to the sink is not one of em. I don't want to hear about your dog puking all over your couch over the weekend while I'm trying to use the restroom. I shouldn't have to say, "excuse me" in order to get to the hand dryer because you are blocking it.
The men's stall next to my office is pretty loud when you flush. I flushed four times. I hope he took that as a sign.
Get the fuck out of the restroom.