jjsimp: I have no problems with the no divider urinals. I'd rather there be a divider.
But the trough, no thanks. They are usually at sporting events, probably because your typical sports fan is drunk and can't hit the small pot of the urinal...thus a bigger target and some with the added benefit of ice. Not sure why ice is in a trough, but have seen it on more than one occasion.
Were there any drink cans or bottles in the ice? If so then you were in the wrong room!
I used to have privacy issues about such things, but the US Army cured me of that. Showering each morning meant hanging your towel on a wall hook and standing in a long line of guys wearing nothing but the bar of soap in your hands. When you got to the front of the line you saw the shower was just a room with 4 shower heads and a drain in the middle. You moved to the far end of the shower and waited for an open stream of water. You went in and got good and wet first, then you moved to the dry area between the heads to soap up. Upon leaving your stream someone else jumped into it so you had to wait for another opening before you could rinse off. It may sound horrifying, but after a few years you get used to it. Although it became kind of wierd again when the whole Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy came about. I can guarantee you that none of those making that desicion were taking showers in our barracks.
There were also the random drug tests that happened every few months. Not too many people objected about having to pee in a jar, mostly it was about having someone there to watch and verify that it was really your pee in the jar. No joke, there was a guy who would squat down next to the urinal, stare at you for a second or two then say "OK... Go." You thing it's hard to go with other people in room? Try having this dudes face literally inches away. The term Shy Bladder took on a whole new meaning for me after that. And again Don't Ask, Don't Tell kept coming back to me during the whole thing.
By comparison most public facilities have more that enough privacy for me now. Well except for that one truck stop in Arizona that actually had a hole in the wall between the two stalls. I had always thought that sort of thing was a joke, but there it was quasi covered by piece of cardboard with some duct tape.