It is never a good sign when a man exits the restroom while you are waiting with the Sunday Times and a 30 oz coffee mug.
But desperate times...
Baby Boy dashed past the man's legs, stopped short and yelled, "PEEEEEEE UUUUUU!"
over. and over. and over.
I mumbled a sorry to the guy and I readied myself for a few minutes of mouth breathing.
Why can't we have those awesome French stalls that wash themselves b/t each use??