“It’s a privilege to pee,” sings a heartless public toilet administrator.

She’s a character in the Tony-winning musical “Urinetown,” but she might as well be addressing women in Toronto theatre audiences. When the intermission lights go up, the race for the washroom begins.

On a recent evening at the CAA Ed Mirvish Theatre, an usher stationed in the women’s washroom between two rows of stalls acted as a traffic cop, scanning for open doors.

“Second stall, down there,” she said, pointing. “One more over here.”

Still, within five minutes, a queue stretched across the crowded theatre lobby. A large sign, like those wielded by crossing guards, read “End of the Women’s Washroom Line, Here,” to prevent accidental merging from patrons buying souvenirs and popcorn. Unsurprisingly, the sign h

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