I sit down (my aim is worsening with age) and let go. While the relief comes over my body, I hear the door open. Footsteps... more than one pair.
I see two women enter, both twenty something... one white, a bit sorority-looking with melon bazooms under a striped black and white sweater... no ass to speak of under her jeans. The other... black, with one of those asses that Christians want to outlaw. She's wearing a CUNY sweatshirt, and pants so tight I feel my good part rise on the toilet.
Even at the urinal, you're facing the other way, Goddamn it! What possible difference does it make?
“Driver,” he says, “take me to the colored neighborhood. I wanna see how those people live.”
“What the fuck?” asks the driver frantically searching for a place to park. He's supposed to protect this guy, but the heat from the fire is too much for him to enter into the building.
“Listen,” they'll tell you, “Trump's an unqualified bad guy... stupid... insane!”
It's the Horns and Tail effect. You want to stay safe. (I already was unfriended® by a long-term real-life friend because I said that Donald Trump had not yet started a nuclear war. Really!) So you agree, laugh at the guy. Fifteen years ago he made a joke about pussy grabbing... grab that line! Run with it.