Standing at the urinal, John saw a shadow move out of the corner of his eye. He quickly zipped up, being careful to avoid catching his stuff in the teeth of the zipper.

There was a wall between John, the johns and the sinks. The jumped around the wall, screaming like a maniac, just in time to see the door quietly whoosh closed.

Crunch time: wash the hands or open the door? Luckily John was quick on his feet, he grabbed the germ infested door handle and pulled.

Running out into the hallway he ran smack dab into a group of tourists. They started snapping pictures of him, smiling and speaking words that made no sense. He muscled his way through them to the open hallway and turned around. Holding his hands up in the classic cheerleader V, he yelled: “Who was watching me pee?”