At the time, workmen were doing some kind of construction on the exterior walls of the apartment building, and they were working busily in the common hallway... and unfortunately, due to budget cuts, there were no portable toilets prepared for the workmen... so a sweaty middle-aged worker named Ikeda started coming to use our toilet, asking, "Sorry, but can I use your toilet, lol?"... My wife, who is basically a neat freak and has a slight germaphobia, didn't seem to have a very good impression of Ikeda, who had a vulgar and sleazy appearance...