In a place I used to work the men’s room was exactly as described with one additional fact - the urinals were on a wall roughly even with the stall doors. In that case my behavior was as you described. The reason was that a direct line from the eye of someone on the toilet to the eye of someone at the first urinal lined up with a space where the toilet door connected with the wall. I don’t want even accidental eye contact at that point.
There was a pub in Vancouver that put ice in the urinals. The first time I went there, I was already in enough of a good mood that it made sense to me to by a (non-potable, Molson Canadian) six-pack at the off-sales counter for the express purpose of laying in unopened cans in the urinal.
A regular Oscar Wilde, was I in my twenties.
Bingo. I think this is the main explanation. There’s an old rhyme that goes, “Wiggle, jiggle, dance and prance/The last three drops end up in your pants.” The paper is a way to dodge that scenario.
You now have moist piss paper in your hand, standing in front of a urinal that cannot flush it, and you have to zip up your pants and fasten your belt.
Or you could press up on your vas to expell those last three drops before you zip up? Isn’t that a bit simpler?
Well hopefully it’s only a few drops and you have enough dry paper that you can ball it up and palm it like a magician while you zip up. Then toss it in the garbage.
Pressing on the vas might work sometimes - other times it might not. Some guys may be looking for more of a guaranteed dryness.
This brings to mind a very old SNL bit from the 1980s that was an ad for a fictional product called “Peenie Pads,” which were little pads that guys were supposed to insert in their underwear after urination to prevent the embarrassing tell-tale spots that their dates might notice on their pants.
A woman using the handicapped bathroom stall as her own private phone booth, walking back and forth while I stood outside, full cast on my arm and practically peeing my pants. Finally I said “I need to use that bathroom. I’m handicapped.” She came out and remarked “I’ve never seen anyone handicapped using that stall.”
Hoverers. Apparently you think your ass is so sacred that it must never come in contact with a lowly toilet seat. It just makes it gross for the rest of us who don’t want to sit on the pee you inevitably leave on the seat.
Also, anyone who doesn’t flush the toilet can burn in hell. OK, I’ll warrant an exception if the plumbing is clogged, but that’s it. I don’t want to see your waste.
People who talk in the bathroom tend to unnerve me as well. Contrary to popular belief it’s pretty rare in women’s restrooms, at least the ones I go to.
your phobia has merit:
Odd behavior in mens public rest rooms…
Wise guy who shouts to the others at the urinals:
“Careful…This is where all the pricks hang out!”