This is one of the things I don't like about mens rooms. If there's a group of - at the very least - mildly intoxicated blokes already in there, who are very happy talking about what it is they're doing in there, it wierds me the hell out, and makes me realise that - in terms of annoying things that could happen in public loos - a queue is not the worst thing that could happen.
Unless it's like an hour long queue and you're desperate, in which case, well... Good luck.
Unless it's like an hour long queue and you're desperate, in which case, well... Good luck.