Would that I effing well could. No one in my family has any sense of privacy or decency, and our one- count it, one, 1, singular, not at all in the plural, more than zero and less than two- one bathroom has no lock. This means that if I want to go to the bathroom in peace or take a nice long bath to relax after a bad day, I have to contend with my entire family parading through the room in search of forgotten reading material, specific items of clothing from the communal hamper that they absolutely must have washed right this very minute, or, and I kid you not here, actually using the toilet while I am right fucking there, trying to take a bath. Not a big deal to some, I suppose, but for me it's a living hell.
[sub][sub]Overreacting? No, why do you ask?[/sub][/sub]