At the tail end of my lunch break I had to use the washroom. I rushed in and all I saw was lots of purple in front of the urinal. Turns out it was just Greg, a very tall co-worker of mine wearing scrubs in the officially sanctioned colour of our lab. Not wanting to wait inside the puny washroom, I decided to go back to the lab, check on my timers, and walk around for a bit. About a minute later, I was back at the washroom and Greg was still there, still in the same spot, still using the urinal. Man, it must be nice to be tall.