I always got MAJOR stage fright at those things at Schaeffer/Sullivan/Foxboro Stadium.
Yep. Nothing scarier as a 9 year old kid walking into the MEN "opening" in the wall (no door and definitely not a restroom) with the smell of urine almost knocking you out, carried in by the swarm of old men who's bladders are going to explode any minute, finally getting a glimpse of the trough with its rusted pipes dribbling water at a rate far too slow to dilute the river of urine and finally having to sidle up next to the ancient old geezer that you have been watching for the past 10 minutes wondering how in the hell can this guy have that much pee in him and standing there looking straight ahead like a soldier at attention for it seems like an eternity hoping, praying something would come out and then finally it does you are gleeful, estatic, proud; you shake, insert, and zip and, as you turn to proudly walk away, there is the geezer still pouring his life into the trough. You shake your head in wonder.I am that old geezer now. Where are the troughs?