Sparing a Square

The line was long; I snagged a stall.
Before I locked the door,
A voice called out, “You’ll need this,”
And my faith it did restore.

For clutched in someone’s fist, which reached
Beneath the wall we shared
Was a wad of toilet paper
Which my neighbor had prepared.

I realized there was none inside
The holder in my space
And perhaps before me someone else
Had, pleading, made her case.

But to offer well before I asked
Was more than simply kind
And naturally, Elaine from “Seinfeld”
Quickly came to mind.