When I lived in Texas, we went to a bar that had a shared bathroom for guys and girls. That was a tough play to do your business, especially if you cut a burner while there are girls present, because you can feel their eyes on you when you re-enter the bar and there's no point in trying to talk to them after you've blown the roof off of the can that your sharing with them.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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