At my old job, when the janitor needed to come into the ladies room to clean it, he would pound on the door before opening it, just to be sure he wasn’t barging in on anyone. It seemed the appropriate thing to do; he was, after all, male, and it was, after all, the ladies room. In my current office, the bathroom is cleaned by a woman, so she just opens the door, props it open, and goes to work, regardless if there’s anyone in the stalls. It’s a little disconcerting. I imagine someone walking by, seeing my feet peeking out from under a stall door, and I curse silently to myself for deciding to wear fishnets.