Hi,
I was sharing these stories with a friend and thought others might enjoy hearing them. As a deaf person, sometimes things 'happen' that otherwise wouldn't:
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Deaf but able to hear somewhat with one hearing-aid, I had an unusual experience in the ladies’ room. Shrinking ear-molds cause feed-back (whistling) in high volume aids in close quarters--such as public bathrooms.
One day the lady in the adjacent stall kept ‘thumping’ on the wall between us. Curious, I didn’t turn my aid down but could only make out a word here and there.

“ … police … stalker …” Thump, thump! “Hurry!”

Was she talking to me? I wondered. Was there a man in the ladies room? “I’ll be with you in a minute.”
“… hear … pervert …” Thump, Thump!

“Patience … please.”

Thump, thump! “ … hurry!”

Finished, I knocked on her stall door. “We’ll talk when you come out. Okay?”

“ … God …”

The lady came out, saw me washing my hands and screamed into her cell phone when I turned around. “That whistling, talkative pervert is HERE! DON’T HANG UP!”

How was I to know she was talking on the telephone?

a true story
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At other times in the ladies' room I've 'whistled' and other women have told me my 'cell phone' keeps ringing, that I'd best answer it :)!

Another time I was washing my hands when a lady walked up to say, "Did you hear that 'weird' sound when you were in the stall? Someone must have a colostomy bag with a hole in it."

That reminds me, too, of folks who commented on Doogie winning a 'poster' contest. "My, he must be imaginative." "Perhaps he will make his living later as an artist."
Then, noticing his white-tipped cane, they gasp, "Don't tell me he's blind!" "He must SEE some or he wouldn't be able to DRAW."
I can only smile and say, "I won't tell you the obvious but, where there's a will, there's a way!"

Keep in touch and take care.
Love,
:)Sandy