I waited in line mumbling to myself, "i can make it' as the cue inched forward. When I finally made it to the door, I look in and franticly look around for the ....... stalls. WTF, what kind of bathroom is this? All I see is a ....... pissing trough. I blurt out, "where the .... are the shitters?" Somebody replies, "around the back, its the other door." I run and get in that line, as the cue inches forward (much more slowly since people take 5 times longer to ....). Half way to the actual shitters, I realized there would be no way I would make it. But I did my best. 2 people from the entrance to my personal ......., and the damage was done. The point of no return had arrived. I calmly sat down, took the rest of my ...., cleaned my ..., and tossed my soiled boxers in the shitcan. I suppose it was a good design to have shitters separate to the pissing trough, but Jesus, put a ....... sign outside that says: Piss here, .... OVER HERE!