I used to be addicted to the hokey pokey, but then I turned myself around.
So all these threads about urinals got me reminiscing about my own bathroom experiences.
So, there's this bar and grill who does Bingo for charity. Not just any bingo, but this is bingo called by Drag Queens. So anyway, they raise money for my work a few times per year and last summer I decided to actually attend and see what it was all about. The drinks were flowing and eventually I needed to use the restroom. Well surprisingly, there were TONS of women at this event and the line for the ladies room was wrapped around the room. I, being drunk and pragmatic, studied the situation and decided that since there were NO men in the men's room that I should just run in there and do my thing and get out. My line of thinking was, there's a bunch of cross-dressers in this bar, if I get caught in there WHO IS TO KNOW whether I am male or female? I could be anyone! So I rush in to the gloriously empty bathroom, do my business, and am washing my hands before I leave and who walks in? THE ONE GUY in the entire place who I know. He just happens to be a new Director of the shelter. What are the odds?! His expression was hilarious. He looked around like he was in the wrong bathroom then turned bright red. I just grinned and said I didn't feel like waiting in that long line when no one was in this perfectly good restroom and then walked out, giggling. He still can't look me in the eye.
We've got a similar situation at our new office. On each floor we have one bathroom with one urinal and one stall for the men and one bathroom with two stalls for the ladies. Sounds good, except on our floor we're about 20 men and 1 or 2 women.