I have a problem that I think only the PoopReport can fix.
I have read the site long enough to be familiar with the concept of Shameful Shitting. And I shit proudly in all places. Public restrooms? No worries. At home with the wife brushing her teeth three feet away? All the time. In the back of a bus full of nuns? Verily, I say unto you.
But there is this one place.
The office where I work is small. There's seven of us, including me. The men's restroom is a shameful box of a room that consists of two paper-thin walls in the corner at a right angle that's parallel to the original walls of the office.
I dunno who built these walls, but he must have been an even less shameful shitter than I. To be blunt, a bamboo screen would provide more of an auditory buffer zone than these walls do.
The people in the office can hear everything. Every plop, every splash, every buttock-flutter, every piece of corn you ate last night -- all with remarkable clarity. I know this because I've been on the other side, and I've heard other people's shits with far more detail than I would have ever wanted.
In fact, it's kind of a joke amongst the men in the office -- all but one I'm close friends with. We often say we're going to install a jukebox that'll play Another One Bites the Dust whenever we go inside, or at least some white (brown?) noise to cover our tracks.
Shameless Shitters that we are (we also trade deucing stories, much like PoopReport), we all agree that it's time that the rest of the office be spared our respective rectal rhapsodies -- particularly while people are attempting to get work done, talk to people on the phone, and even eat lunch.
So what practical advice do you have? So far, aside from we men, the rest of the office has tolerated the obvious symphony of excretion that we all know one another is hearing. But what about the day when someone lets a comment slip and it's all out in the open? I'm friendly with everyone there, but that doesn't mean they have to know everything about me.