|"I wonder if I should tweet this."|
During the exact same visit to the washroom, I shit you not (ha ha, pun there...), as I was finished washing my hands at the sink and making my way to the exit, another student burst around the entrance opening at full speed, already trying to undo his pants (more like fumbling ineffectually; I formed a mental picture of an old elementary school teacher tsk tsking and proclaiming "haste makes waste!") while running along, and yelling "Ai! Ai! Ai! Ai!" in a tone of voice that matched the frantic and panicked look on his face as he realized that he'd had to navigate around me to get to the bank of urinals, thus losing a precious 0.3 seconds that apparently he couldn't spare (and, from his actions up that moment, it was clear he could not spare). With the reflexes of a cat I sidestepped as this fellow zoomed by me, akin to the way Neo bent over backwards and dodged those bullets in The Matrix, buffeting me in his slipstream.
I've made a mental note to avoid that particular washroom in the future.