Every February or March I used to drive to Canaan Valley, West Virginia and go cross country skiing. I would always camp out in the Canaan Valley campground that was open all winter. They were doing maintenance on the men's room so it was locked tight and if you needed to go, you had to use the Ladies Room. That wasn't a problem for me because I was the only one up there. Now, on Friday, the gang started arriving. One Saturday morning, I went in, picked the stall way over at the end in the corner and did my thing. Before I could leave, though the outside door opened up and a young couple came in together. The wife or girl friend (don't know which) sat down in the stall next to me and began relieving herself of a lot of gas. The husband starting rating each report. "That was a good one, honey! I bet you can't match this one." He'd rip one out. All the while, I'm sitting there with my head in my hands and choking just to keep from laughing. I realize that I need to get out of there, but think that I can just wait them out because this predicament I am in is very embarrassing. I wait and I wait, but they just won't leave. I think they are camping out in there. Yeah, it's nice and warm in there and very cold outside. I can take it no longer so I get up, open the door and without looking toward them, hurriedly get out of there as fast as I can. They were laughing and carrying on until the very loud unlocking of that stall door, and then you could have heard a pin drop.