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.