Ah, yeah, never miss a chance to join the wankers' Mile High club. ;) I remember a family trip to Florida when I was a teen. The doors to the lavatories were attached with hinges and they'd been worn down and some broken off by use, or so I thought from the inside of one on the flight down. On the trip home, however, I saw that someone waiting for a turn in the restroom could look right through the gaps and into the little metal sarcophagus. :x Of course, that wasn't the reason why I graciously let another boy use the lavatory before me. I had no idea before he went in there that he wasn't looking to take a piss and instead stood directly facing the door as he undid his jeans and dropped his tighty whiteys. >.>
