You Can't Judge a Book by it's Bathroom Door
My friends and I were getting together one evening to go see a concert. Once we were all present, we attained directions to the concert, and headed off. We arrived at a large farmhouse with an immense wheat field outside. From the outside the barn didn't look very large at all, but as we entered it was a huge concert hall. My friends headed in further, but I needed to go to the bathroom. So I looked around, and found myself in a kitchen. I asked one of the cooks where the bathroom was, he turned around and pointed at a toilet bowl just feet away. I walked over to it, and the only partition between me and the cooks were sliced up shower curtains around the toilet. There weren't enough of them to stretch all the way around the "bathroom," so needless to say, I had a bit of a hard time peeing discretely.