…and after a while hears a man stumble up to the booth, clumsily enter and sit down. The priest can clearly smell the reek of alchol and assumes the gentlemen is rather drunk.
The priest waits for the man to begin but after several minutes of silence he starts to wonder if the man has fallen asleep. Politely he knocks on the wall but nothing happens. After another minute he knocks again, louder. After more silence he heavily thumps the wall, shaking the booth a little.
“Alight, alright. I hear you,” says the drunk. “There’s no point knocking though, I can’t find any paper on this side either.”