Ironically, I think it is a violation of natural law to be squeezed into a 16 inch seat for hours with nothing but a crummy magazine, a bag of pretzels (God forbid we have peants anymore), and a $4 cocktail.
But I complain. There are peasants in the Third World who've never even had the opportunity to urinate in a closet during severe turblance.
SD
Now that's funny.