This day was chock full of characters like this. Most of which were at the openings, which I had expected because art is a magnet for the socially inept and the emotionally needy. But the last place I expected to deal with this was the one place most guys go to to find peace- the bathroom. After getting lost in Union Square, I found myself really having to pee. I really hate going into an establishment just to use the facilities, but it was either Macy's or my pants, and it would have been a long train ride back to the south bay if I had. So up to the 6th floor men's room I went. (It seemed strange that it was all the way up there to me too.) I stood at the urinal, abiding by the man laws, (no looking around, only shaking once etc...) when a guy proceeds to break rule number one of the bathroom man law. This person talked to the guy at the urinal beside him! And the lucky asshole at that urinal was me! This man then started to point out that the dividers between urinals were all rusty and that highway restrooms were had received complaints for this in the past. This person was shocked that such squalor would happen at the Union Square Macy's. By the time I was able to leave the day's Coca-Cola behind and zip up in a safe manor, I had heard all about the improper condition of this restroom. I ran out without washing my hands to get away from this guy.(DON'T JUDGE!) After zig-zagging my way through the bedding department, partially to avoid this guy, and partially because I was once again lost, I saw the guy in the customer service area, probably schooling them on proper restroom rust prevention. Later on, back at the train station, I once again, had to pee. I spent the whole time in there looking at the fucking rust on the stinking urinal stalls!! Even worse, I was wondering who to complain to! Crazy is contagious.