A Matter of Taste.

If I have to take a dump in a public restroom, I tend to prefer the handicapped stalls. The larger size of the stall makes me feel like I have more freedom, and often the greater distance from the door and other stalls gives me the illusion of privacy, as if the reverberation of my fluttering butt won't reach the ears of restroom patrons 3 feet farther away than usual.

Also, there are often bars next to the toilet to aid movement, but since I'm not movement impaired, I primarily hold onto them after I've already secured a firm base of operation on the throne. Being able to grip something sturdy during a particularly stressful bowel movement is a very reassuring feeling. It brings me back to my youth, camping in the deep forests of New England where bowl shaped objects with narrow openings on top are hard to come by. Yes, the best you could hope for in those days was a sturdy tree and some dry leaves. And I'll always remember the words of my father, God rest his soul, when he said to me "Boy, drop trow, squat down, and hug that tree as if it's your whore of a wife trying to run away with your retirement money. Then hurry up and do your business fast, it better be like chocolate soft serve coming out your ass." Except it wasn't really my dad, it was my weird friend Tim.

I think all stalls should be made for handicapped people, that way we can all be afforded the luxuries that are typically only offered to the physically impaired. Moreover, the handicapped won't be pigeonholed into always having to use one stall, but will have the choice of any in the restroom, just like the rest of us. I think this will have remarkably positive effects on morale. Variety is the spice of life, after all.