This is another one of those "Strange things that happen to me in the bathroom" stories. This sort of event should be filed under the heading of "lost opportunities".
I was living in Tampa, teaching computer programming for GTE. I taught the first "Browser Class" for employees, to ready them for the advent of the internet. Netscape Navigator was the top of the line those days, so our class centered around that product. It was pretty exciting for people who were just getting their first computers and for whom the though of using the wild and woolly internet was a little scary.
I was an old hand with Netscape in those days. I taught the class in a very free-form, hands-on fashion, often extemporizing and waxing enthusiastic. At the end of a lecture where I had run a good bit past our usual break time, I left the classroom ahead of the students (who were still playing with the browser) and headed straight for the mens room.
Great minds think alike, and, in my experience, so do bladders. I hit the first urinal and found myself standing next to one of my students. While we stood there taking care of our respective business, he turned to me, looked me full in the face and said "It's an amazing tool!"
I looked down, looked at him, and said "Why, thank you!"
No I didn't. I just nodded and went on with business. I thought of the better response too late.