OMG YES!
One day I had had an awful day. I had a headache, the kids were whining, I burnt dinner, etc. Just THAT day. SO after the kids were in bed I said 'I'm gonna go take a bath.
I light some candles, get a glass of sangria, put on Vivaldi, and grab my book. I'm relaxing in the suds and my husband comes in, sits down, and starts POOPING!
Meanwhile I have TWO other functioning bathrooms!
"Well this is the one where I like to poop" he says. I wish I was kidding when I say I almost left him right then.