0113addiv says:

He’s right about talking. In a restaurant one time, a guy started up a conversation with me which kind of freaked me out. Being nice and keeping an open mind I returned his friendly “hello”. Found out that he was not from NYC and was just visiting, but our encounter felt extremely wierd. Amazingly, the ladies’ room is different. When my sister told me last year that women talk all the time in the bathroom, even between stalls when they are both sitting, I almost fell to the ground. You can’t beat the literature, however, in the men’s room. Some of the sexual pictures inked up with a Sharpie can get pretty funny. Oh, and I also ran into three guys serving it up with groans in a stall while two others outside looking in on the action were masturbating discreetely. Hmm… I also passed out once in a disco club toilet after having drank too much. A kick-smashing security guard bust opened the stall door at 4 a.m. after I didn’t respond that the club was closed. All I remember after that was that he helped me into a cab and somehow, miracuously, I woke up 18 hours later in my bed with no recollection of how I got there. Oh, and that one time on the highway rest area where the ladies room was closed and they came into the men’s to take care of their emergencies. That was interesting.