I was closing tonight when a customer came in, one of the ones that always seem to show up seconds before you can lock the main door. This woman, blonde lady in her late 30s, wanted to use the ladies' room and I was mopping the restroom area so the doors were latched open. I didn't want her to use them and I didn't speak up fast enough so she just breezed past me to duck into the ladies' room. I continue mopping away from her when I hear her exclaim, "This door doesn't close!"
As mainly a morning crew person I often wonder at all sorts of these weirdos that come in at night. Anyway, I yell around the corner, "You just have to unlatch the hook from the door!"
She yells back, "No, no, it doesn't work! I'm just going to go, but don't watch me."
In my head I'm going, Nooooooooooo! Horrified, I sprint back around the corner to undo the latch on the ladies' restroom before she started to go, but in those few seconds she already had her pants down and she already had her thumbs hooked on her bright pink panties. She was really going to go do her business with the door open, with the porcelain throne facing out into the hallway.
I'd also like to note that although the ladies' room smells a lot nicer compared to the men's room, the ladies' room is always consistently more trashed than the men's at my store, and we've had to clean up after homeless men in the store before. What the heck, ladies!