my early 20s when I was working on a charter boat and one of my jobs was to clean heads. I was cleaning the crew head one day and grumbling to myself about someone having poor aim, then looked up in the mirror. Sitzpinkling certainly made my job more pleasant . . . and the bathrooms in my life sweeter-smelling.
Since I donated my prostate to science, though, I am no longer a sitzpinkler . . I'd be sitting there all day. And I'm now back on head duty