I think the guy that does not use the cool water fall/ toilet things is a girl Is he a girl No he is not a girl Yea he is a girl
Public Service Announcement How to use a Japanese toilet: http://www.asahi-net.or.jp/~AD8Y-HYS/movie.htm This is actually very tricky and I have only attempted this once in an emergency at a remote train station that I never visit again. I had the squirts and...I missed...badly. I felt really bad as I left the bathroom in an ungodly hurry. Which is why I avoid that train station. Of course, it's been well over a decade now, so it may be safe tro travel through there again. Here's some more instructions to help you if you are ever caught in this situation: Link: http://www.jdonuts.com/2008/07/how-to-use-traditional-japanese-toilet.html And yes, urinal spacing rules apply in Japan as well as the US. I was always taught that if there aren't enough spaced urinals to either use the stall or wash your hands until one opens up. And...be very happy if you find a clean, western-style toilet with one of those nice washlets in Japan in one of those emergencies. They do exist at selected stores.
Everyone make sure you poop BEFORE you go out to party tonight! Can't be seen using stalls at bars and pubs. That's just nasty.
I dont really use urinals unless I know that the restroom is going to be empty for the period that I have to piss in order to avoid such situations. If its crowded, I use the toilet, so that I can freely whip it out and piss all over the place nice and relaxed, and not worry about a 'man lover' looking and obsessing over my johnson. If its not too crowded, but the toilets are taken, then I use the urinal and just hope that the next dude that comes in isn't a douche and follows the man rules as noted.
Oh I love the port -o- potty lines at the outdoor concerts. You gots the bird screaming in line for you to hurry up. That is when I pee all over the outdoor lew. Specially the seat and the paper. Always leave the paper soaked.
Here is a true story of a peeing incident, funny, but it has nothing to do with a urinal... I was stationed at Camp Anaconda, Iraq, it was the summer of '03. The area we occupied was the old theater and beside it was some sort of headquarters (don't remember who). In between was a primitive set of facilities. Home made port-a-johns (plywood with a hole and a toilet set nailed to it) and eight inch round tubes sticking diagonally out of the ground to pee in. Now the swarm of flies that took up residence inside those tubes was incredible, it was like a huge swarm of bats flying out of a cave in some of those old horror movies. Anyways, those two (home made port-a-johns and pee tubes) were adjacent from each other. The only thing seperating them was what looked like an old wash board. Now I was using the tubes, ducking for my life to get out of the way from the flies. I look straight ahead and there was this goregous female soldier looking straight at me. I composed myself (quit ducking the flies) and made eye contact. As she finishes washing her hands, she walks close by and winks at me. This puzzles me as to why in the world this hot looking soldier would wink at me while I have my moan maker in my hand. I finish and go wash my hands. I look back and see that the wash board that was there for privacy was open fully. You could see evrything that was occuring. The only comfort I could take from this was that she didn't say, what a cute little feller I had there.
I have to share my first port a potty experience. The scenario- Calle Ocho - Wall to wall people, food and lots of beer. I stand in line FOREVER and to my delight when I entered there was a ledge for my purse. (NOT) When I told my chica who brought me there she immediately made me throw my purse in the garbage.