I was at the Japanese American National Museum in Little Tokyo over the weekend. Had to use the men’s room and the only stall available had a broken door latch. In order to keep the door closed, I had to press on it with my foot.
Unfortunately, I pressed a little too hard and the door broke through the restraint and flew open in a forward direction.
Granted, the Japanese had to put up with indignities at internment camps but that was in wartime . . .