The other day, I headed in to use the urinal, saw that the big boy was taken and saddled up to the little man.
I shot a quick glance to my right to see who was standing next to me and was surprised to find...a spoon sticking out of his mouth.
Apparently, he had both hands on the wheel. Considering the alternate places he could have stuck the spoon, I suppose he made the right choice.
But how does one find himself at the urinal with a spoon?
"Mmmm...let me just finish up this yogurt on my way to relieve myself." Actually, this scenario is impossible at 720 California; thanks to our progressive trash policy, there is no place to dispose of a yogurt container in the men's room. Unless this gentlemen was storing the yogurt container somewhere else on his person.
I can only think of one reason you would need to take a utensil into the bathroom and, frankly, that work is best left to a qualified physician.
Let's keep the silverware in the kitchen, men.