Thursdays

So.  What's the deal when you approach an open urinal and, due to the fact that there are only two urinals to begin with, the guy occupying the other one all of a sudden stops his flow?

I'm talking stops - apparently out of some fear that has been with him since childhood, which he has somehow learned to fight, unsuccessfully - and so tries to start again but only manages an awkward drizzle-stop-drizzle-stop effort.

Finally, after soaking a Kennedy silver dollar sized area on the front of his beige trousers, obviously without having sufficiently emptied his bladder, he stuffs himself back inside borderline angrily, and then with a forced cough simply walks out probably thinking to himself, "Well, I'll try that again later."

Thursdays, I guess.