I walk into the washroom at school to find four students in their letter-man jackets standing around, phones out, talking. I nod a greeting. But it is insincere.  What I am thinking is "This is bathroom misuse!"

Fearing that it is some sort of disestablishment conspiracy I listen in on their conversation while doing my business--  the kind of business that washrooms are made for.  

It turns out they are a skipping rope team, and they are discussing skipping injuries.

Zipping up, I turn to them and scold, "This is no place for discussing your skipping woes; please use the ladies washroom!"