A few years ago I spent the summer in Spain. One Sunday morning in Barcelona I had to pee and it got worse and worse. I found a big, swanky hotel and dashed to the Ladies Restroom. I could hardly keep it in. It was closed for cleaning and a large female cleaner was outside. I made for the men's room next door, but she stopped me, shaking a finger. I took out some money and offered her about a buck. No go. I stuffed some more bills in her hand and pushed her aside. The men's cubicles were like small boxes, completely enclosed. I raised the seat, pulled down my clothes and fired away. After about five seconds I paused, shifted my aim to the left and gushed the rest all over the floor (had to be a bit nimble to miss my shoes!). Then, so there could be no misunderstanding, I wiped myself twice and left the tp in the puddle. I left in excellent spirits. It's called getting your money's worth!