When my two daughters were too young to go to a public rest room by themselves I accompanied them in a restaurant. I, too, was in urgent need of the facility. To make matters worse, I had high heels on and clickity clacked to a stall without taking notice of the exposed plumbing. Upon opening the stall door I was stunned to see man, back to us, in the classic posture before the toilet. I muttered "Sorry" and back out with both kids in tow. As I dragged them to the door to make our exit one of them kept whining, "But Mommy, I have to go to the toilet". All was well when we got to the adjoining ladies' room. By the time we got back to our table DH couldn't wait to hear why I had such an attack of the giggles.
Jane