No. Go away. Don’t talk to me. If you got something horribly important to say to me, you can catch me at the sink. That is all.
I’ve never had a problem, probably because of the way I announce myself when I walk into the bathroom…
"Ok…let’s see who’s gotta nice dick today!"
Only if I felt I hadn’t been punched in the face enough that day.
Where I work, the urinals have seperators between them, preventing peeking. There’re three of them, one of them being the short one. I always go to the one farthest from the door (the short one is closest to the door). If someone is at the farther urinal, I’ll go to the second one, 'cause the short urinal is just to darned short.