Out at various rest stop and gas station bathrooms along the highways I've traveled, it has never been a comfort to me to observe that several previous visitors to the facility had each somehow managed to pilot their 2-ton vehicular missiles however many hundred miles through the boonies to that location, and walk 25 feet from their car door to the loo, only to entirely miss the urinal at point-blank range.
I figured if I ever ran a gas station I'd electrify the bathroom floor at strategic locations. Really high voltage; fairly low current. Some chowder head gets lazy and next thing he knows he's got a glowing sack of hot plasma and a freaky blue-white arc like the bolt from a Tesla coil jumping up from the floor doing the "Dr. Shrinker" routine in his Fruit Of The Looms.
Of course, to be fair, I'd post a warning sign:
God is happy with my nice, clean bathroom. You'd best keep it that way.
Good morning! The greyhound project is pending her making a real effort at finding a job. However, we’re “approved” by the placement organization, so when DP agrees and a suitable dog is available, we can get one.
The visiting dog was taller than Vlad.
Somewhere, Zeus is smiling at you right now... ;-)