The Ironman and the Port-A-Potty

So this weekend I was so honored to be a finish line "catcher" for some 3000 Ironman participants in Penticton.  It was such and awesome experience, being the first person to talk to the athlete after they have spent 10-17 hours by themselves.  Hearing their short stories and in some cases literally keeping them from falling flat on the concrete.  All so inspiring that it makes me want to train for an Ironman.....well, I will start with a mini triathlon :-)
Then....I need to pee....I decided to use one of the hundred port a potties close to the finish line.  I go in and just about lose my lunch.  A port a potty is a germaphobes NIGHTMARE.  And what's up with those STUPID urinals that they have so cleverly attached to the walls of the port a potty.  It practically jumps out at you and says "look at me, I am full of men's pee!"....(insert gagging).
And then there is the clever way a germaphobe USES a port a potty.....if you can imagine it, I'm sorry..(ha ha ) and if you can't, don't try :-)
There I am, trying not to touch anything...handles, seat, URINAL....etc.  And then all of a sudden, the door OPENS!!!!  Oh my!!  All the finish line spot lights are on ME....what am I going to do now.....well, other than totally traumatizing the man that opened the door by him seeing the "art of peeing in a port a potty"....now I have to escape from inside the chamber.  So I hear him go into the next port a potty and I make my move.  Since all the volunteers were wearing the same shirts I slinked my way back into the crowd UNNOTICED!!  Phew, the moral of this story is MAKE SURE the lock on the port a potty is TOTALLY LOCKED!!  Ugh...of all the port a potties, that guy had to pick mine. 
Oh well, everything happens for a reason, this one, not sure what that reason is!!