Bill, when his life was on the line daily from such dangers as unpolished boots or a bad gig line in the USAF -- aka the Hair Force -- in the early 60s or thereabouts, used to recoil at the sight of vile potential predators in the men's room at the bus station in Colorado Springs. Why he learned to hold it all the way to Denver!
Good thing he was never in the Navy and stationed at the Brooklyn Navy Yard -- all those manly men lounging in the facilities at Washington Square and the nightly gauntlet he would have to run to and from the Village!
Grow up, Billy-O. It ain't too late.