So which is worse? Looking for sex in a toilet stall or Larry Craig discussions on DU?

[hunter]

:shrug:

A long time ago I was working with this guy in Santa Monica, I'll call him Ralph. Ralph was a construction worker, a good old boy who road a beat up old Harley and drank a lot of beer. I had no idea what his political leanings were, but he was fun to work with because he had an extraordinary gift with foul language. I once accidentally smacked him in the back of the head with a long section of pipe, and OMG, if words could kill... But then he laughed.

So we went out to lunch one day, first stopping at the restroom. As we were standing in front of the urinals it became apparent that two guys were going at it in one of the stalls. I pretended not to hear it, but it was the kind of thing that makes a guy's bladder shy. I glanced over at Ralph, and I could tell he was more than irritated. He muttered something very toxic, zipped up his pants, and started toward the stall.

I was thinking, "Oh, shit, somebody is going to die..."

He banged on the stall door, hard, bellowing, "DAMN IT! Keep it quiet in there! Some of us are trying to piss!"

Instant silence -- all you could here was the bathroom fan.

And then we washed our hands and went to lunch and didn't speak of it again.