Even though they allow for high-volume servicing and back-in-a-flash trips to the john, the point-and-shoot-a-stinky-deodorizer-cake oddity known as the men’s restroom urinal has been, for women, a constant enigma. But nothing will prepare you for the men’s room in the newly-designed Virgin Airways Clubhouse in New York’s John F. Kennedy airport, terminal 4: Urinals shaped like a woman’s mouth, dolled up with red lipstick, wide open and ready for business.
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March 23rd, 2004 at 11:41 am
Dave–How’s life man?
I have not seen you in a while-I love your site.
I miss those easy early days watching the UF games at your apartment and throwing the football in the pit outside between the other apt buildings.–call me on my cell-let’s catch up-352-256-3622
Gene