After we went “paperless” at my job, my co-worker left a path in the carpeting from his constant trips to/from the office printer. He printed every item of correspondence he worked on.
In 1980 I went to the Indy 500 time trials on a business trip. I wonder if they have upgraded their men’s bathroom facilities since then. I recall about a 100 ft long narrow room with a trough for peeing in on one side, and on the other side a very long wooden bench with holes cut into it about every 3 feet for #2. No walls or stalls, zero privacy.
Footnote: I’m also dead.