Remember how the plot of Seinfeld always revolved around petty, nonsensical issues? I had a Seinfeld kind of moment today.
Wouldn't urinal etiquette demand that he choose a different one? He had six other choices that were farther away. It bothered me a little. It's sort of like when you go into a movie theater. If there's half a dozen open seats next to someone you don't know, you sit so that there's at least a one-seat gap between you and him (or her).
Well, that's all there is to say here... I told you it was petty.