glamorous travel

I am sitting in the Newark airport across from a men's room, in full view of a men's room door on the main concourse. I have watched three separate people stuff their coats into the folded up baby change table, (presumably) go do their business, and come get their coats out again. Is this a thing? I never got the memo.

Newark airport has a lot of whackjobs and sad specimens on the open side of the terminal, I tell you what. I am listening to a lone woman argue with her mother ...and I am not sure she has a phone anywhere near her.