Why ask why?

Why is it that whenever I having a poop emergency, the cleaning lady is in the bathroom, or comes in the bathroom after me? And then I sit there quietly and try not to explode. Then I courtesy flush (shout out to Michael), and she still waits. WTF? Can't you just check the stall I am in on your next go round? Fine, if you want to smell it, it's your perogative, Bobby Brown.