Have you ever had to really pee. I mean REALLY peee. Like your bladder muscles have been asked to fill in for the Hoover Dam? And there is a flood coming down the Colorado River? Then you start peeing, and a wave of relief washes over you, but you are still going at a steady stream. And the stream keeps going. Then you begin to think, "Damn, that's a lot of liquid, I wonder how much is would take to have the toilet flush on it's own." You begin to think people are going to start missing you. And you are still going, wishing someone was listening so they would be impressed with your "staying power." Buy this time, you are sure people have given you up for lost, and taken your seat. And the stream goes on. You begin to ponder if this is what really happened to Rip Van Winkle, and he was just too polite to tell the real story. And finally, you are squeezing out the last couple spurts. And was the glow of relief begins to fade, and you reach to flush, you are suddenly really disapointed you couldn't make the toilet flush on it's own? Yeah, I thought so.