Macy*s in Pasadena

I sat down on the toilet, with a neighbor to my left who had been sitting there for a while. After several minutes, the man was not moving. This guy has been here for a while. I tried to make out his shadow on the floor, listening closely for his breathing pattern. It was erratic, composed of small gasps of air. I looked at his shadow again. Maybe he has an iPhone and he's shaking it for some game on it, or maybe he has a Pokemon thing that you have to shake. None of these excuses are good enough, and I was disgusted that he was getting off on my taking a shit.