A very well-respected BC Supreme Court judge, now deceased, used to play at Point Grey GCC in Vancouver and I came to know him fairly well. Great and sensible judge, fun golf companion, knew how to drink, smoked and loved every day.
Several years back he was on an annual trip to the Palm Springs area with his Point Grey buddies. One day they were playing a newer course with which they were not familiar. In the midst of the round, the judge had the urge, and was having difficulty finding a grove of trees where he could relieve himself. Soon they came upon what appeared to be a maintenance building with coloured, metal like panels on the exterior and some modest landscaping and bushes nearby. The judge wondered over and began and stood in the bushes adjacent to the maintenance building.
It turned out that this was not a maintenance building but a restaurant, with that particualr side sheathed in one-way coloured glass and there were several women sitting in the restaurant adjacent to the window witnessing the prestigious judge becoming more comfortable. All hell breaks loose, two men come running around the corner to take the judge out of view, tell him they are calling the police, etc. etc. After a half hour of explanation, they finally let him go.
True story which he blushingly admitted to me several years later and confirmed by one of his playing partners. I would never consider him a Rodney Dangerfield type but the story was too good.