Scusi, dov'è la toilette?

This evening I went to the restaurant, Frankie and Benny's. Besides a good meal, I was intrigued by something I found in the toilet... While standing at the urinal, the sound of urine hitting porcelain was drowned out by an Italian lesson being played through the speakers.

I suppose that if you were to spend long enough in the toilet, you may have actually learnt some Italian. Then again, if you did have to spend hours in a restaurant bathroom, you have more concerning problems than that of learning a foreign language.