Murphys Law

Why is it that every time I use a public toilet, the person before me has either been unwell (!) or used up all the loo paper, even the tiny smidges with glue on them attached to the toilet roll. Nature called in the mall the other day, and as I walked in, I was assaulted with that tell tale sign that someone had had to do in a grotty mall toilet what we would all rather do in the comforts of home. "Yeah right", I thought as I waited for a free cubicle. "That'll be mine". The next cubicle came free and an old lady left, glancing guiltily across at me. I sighed and went in. But no. It can't have been her. However, there was no loo paper, not even a skerrick left on the toilet roll. I shook my head. Of course. But begs the question, why didn't she mention it to me as we passed each other. Unfortunately for her, she was waiting for a friend to finish so when I came out she was still there. Now many of you will testament to the fact I am pathetic when people are in a sad, emarrassing situation. I even think I've bored you with it - remember the man who ripped his shirt (and arm) as he walked to work, the blind man trying to cross the road...... "Well not today honey" I thought. And as I washed my hands slowly I gave her a long meaningful look. She knew what it was for. And as I walked past her, I looked at her and just shook my head.
Was I a little hard perhaps?