Here is the situation: there are four urinals lined up side-by-side. The one closest to the door is out of order. The one farthest from the door is a kiddie-size. Opposite the urinals are three stalls.
When I come in it's all clear, so obviously I take urinal number two, the closest functioning full-sized urinal. Then the next guy walks in. For a moment, time pauses; my stream hangs in the air, motionless. I am thinking: a real man will take urinal number three, enduring the discomfort of peeing right next to someone for the prize of a grownup-sized urinal. A homophobic pussy will take urinal number four, the kiddie urinal, agreeing to pee crouching down just to get a little more distance.
The guy doesn't miss a beat. He strides right into the first stall, pulls up the seat, and lets fly. Society says the urinal is for number one, the stall is for number two; he doesn't care. This is the kind of solution I like best: simple, radical, effective.
Respect.
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Dude, hell yes. He absolutely did the right thing. I am often presented with this situation at work with a slight variant that causes this setup somewhat frequently.
Two urinals, closest is kiddie-sized. Thus, the real person sized one is always the preferred choice and I'd say in this situation, people opt for the first stall (just on the left of the real sized urinal) about 75% of the time.
In short I love urinal arrangment heuristics.
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