Pisspot

UPDATE 8/21: My father just left me a phone message to let me know that his restroom would have wall to wall carpeting to capture any spill-over and absorb the aroma for generations to come.
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While taking a leak today, I started to think about Cathy's store vs. my father's (and Aunt's) jewelry shop.

Cathy's concept has to do with creating an atmosphere where items can be highlighted without too much clutter or interference with the thought that minimal stock will allow the quality to stand out. My father is old school and likes to put as much product in front of the costumer as possible, with the thought that low prices and lots of variety will drive sales.

Both are merchandising concepts with their own positive attributes and the truth is that both can work. When done well, both can lead to a lavish lifestyle for yours truly.

However, while taking said leak earlier today, my thoughts wandered and I began to wonder, "what if these two visionaries took their individual concepts and brought them to the design of the men's rooms?" My vision was this.

The Cathy inspired men's lavatory vision:

One large 20 x 16 cream colored room with just one white urinal in the middle and a basic faucet in the corner. No sink, just a drain in the floor. I imagine a man in a double breasted suit and wingtips walking silently into the room, standing in front of the urinal, unzipping, doing his business and departing. He doesn't wash his hands. A few seconds later, another similar looking man enters and follows the same routine. This continues infinitely as the line outside of the door has no discernible end. In the corner of the room calmly sits a Labrador retriever puppy.

Lee Kohn house of piss men's room:

One cramped 20 x 16 green and brown tiled room with hundreds of urinals inches apart. Some of these urinals are on corners, and their piss-catcher-tips nearly touch. Large troughs of disinfected water serve as hand washing stations. While starting empty, hundreds of large men, from what seem to be an Eagles game, pour into the room and work their way into the urinals. Since they are all so close together, men touch thighs, feeling awkward, shout homophobic slurs at one another. In the middle, an older man has dropped his trousers to his ankles, farts while taking a piss. In a few seconds all of the men, feeling creepy, but with infinitely less in their bladder, bolt for the door. None of them wash their hands. In the corner, Christmas decorations are hung, but are not turned on since it is August.