Whatever anybody else says, we don't. Trust me. We just stand there staring forcefully at a blank wall to avoid doing it.Originally Posted by shh!
Best urinal I've ever used, BTW: Red Brickhouse Mall (I think it's called), a converted warehouse in St. Paul-Minneapolis. I go in the men's room to do my business, sidle up to the urinal, whip it out and let loose, fully expecting to see a blank, tile wall when I look up to adopt my "don't look at anything!" stare. Instead, I see the whole concourse of the mall, and a woman RIGHT in FRONT of me putting on lipstick. I flinch and hop-step to a toilet stall, spraying pee everywhere as I go.
They'd put one-way mirrors up around the men's room urinals. Don't ask me why. I don't know.




So I go to see my Dr. After he has a look at them and re-assures me that I won't be a sexual cripple for the rest of my life, he mentions that he has several medical students in his office and would I mind if he sent them in to "observe" my one-eyed-wonder-worm, scabs and all. Well, I was so relieved at NOT having veneral warts(
) I just said "sure". So there I stood, in the exam room, with my arms crossed over my chest, and my pants around my ankles. 6 guys came into the room, one by one and each had a good long look. I was starting to feel that I should be charging admission when in comes a girl. OH...MY...GOD! 


