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Somewhat eerily, mere moments after commenting that the starstruck residents of Lake Havasu might have failed in their celebstalking mission by failing to follow Brad Pitt into a stall, a partially bathroom-related PrivacyWatch report hit our inbox. A reader sat behind Quentin Tarantino (naturally, having Tarantino's prodigious cranium in the row in front of you doesn't make for an optimal viewing experience) at a showing of Wedding Crashers at the Century City multiplex, then found himself deferring to his hero during the inevitable post-movie bathroom line:

After the film I and Quentin made a bee line to the bathroom as did every other Tom, Dick, and Harry. There were no urinals open and one stall. I walked up to the stall at the same time as Quentin. We glanced at each other and I gave the stall up to him with a "go ahead," I mean he is the man who created some of my favorite films. The man deserves to take a piss before me, a no-Hollywood -credits, nonunion, civilian. He said nothing and walked in and closed the door. I can only guess what happened after that.

Eventually, someone's going to break the theoretically impenetrable "stall barrier" and make PrivacyWatch history. But if you're planning on taking that next bold step (we can't recommend that you actually try to march into this final frontier), make sure you bring bail money.