No, it's not modern art.  It's a bathroom.  A very tiny bathroom.

Really.  See below.

I went to a resturant to eat this weekend, and after consuming approximately seventy-five gallons of water,
I had to whizz somethin' powerful.  So, I headed to the loo.

Here I am, as represented by the blue dot, just peeing away, happy as can be.

Of course, nothing is that simple.  Just as I am finishing up, another guy comes into the restroom.  A big guy.
A really, really big guy.

No, this isn't going to get erotic.

As I turn to leave my urinal and return to the bar for more drinking, I am faced with the situation pictured above.
The really huge guy has taken up a position at the other urinal.  He starts whizzing, as one might expect.

So, he's, like, whizzing.  For a long time.  There's not enough room to squeeze past him, and I'm, like, done.
I'm done with my whizzing.  So, I'm just kind of stuck there.

I feel like a doof, and he won't acknowledge me in any way, not that I'm sure I'd want him to.  But, I dunno, if he
could just say something, like, "Sorry, gotcha blocked in there, huh?"  And then I could laugh, and then I wouldn't
feel like such a schmuck.  But, he says nothing like that.  He's concentrating solely on the 'zing.

And he's a big guy.  Big guys hold a hell of a lotta whizz.  And he's just taking forever.  And I'm just standing there,
trying not to watch him or anything, but, like, what can I do?  Should I pace?  Should I pretend to be inspecting the
drywall?  I wish I had a newspaper or something, or a cell-phone, or something. Anything!  A yo-yo!  A toy trumpet!
A nail file!  Just something I could do while I stand there so I'm not just standing there.

I'm just standing there.  So, I figure I'll go back to my urinal, and pretend I've got some more whizzing to do.

You know, make like I didn't take care of it all the first time, and it seems like since I'm stuck in here,
I might as well take advantage of the time and just finish up.

Then, I realize that the place is full of huge beer-drinkin' guys.  What if I'm standing there, pretending to whizz,
and this guy finishes and another immediately comes in and takes his place?  I could be there for hours.
I decide to call off the pretend whizz, and resume my post, and just cope with it.

I stand there a long time.

A part of me is still standing there.