Sometimes at close the men's bathroom gets messy. Facts of life; who am I to judge? Anyway, last week I went in, and not only had the urinal not flushed but the area around it was a biohazard zone of...well, what goes into a urinal. Now, we have automatic toilets, and the sensors are a bit tempermental. You usually have to hold a hand close in front of them for a few seconds to get them to work. Because of what I'll politely term "the splash zone," there was no way I could get close enough to trigger the sensor. Luckily, my coworkers like to think outside of the box. And that's how, at 8 pm, I found myself with plastic bags taped to my shoes, balancing on one foot in a figure skating pose, and waving a shovel frantically at a urinal.