For several years, I did the Great Mass Getaway - a ride for the MS Society from Boston to Provincetown.
Since I raised well over the minimum, I routinely had "VIP" status. Being a VIP meant nothing other than - one year - we got our own Porta-potties at rest stops, complete with a little rug out front and plastic flowers inside. We got to saunter up to the john, past the lines of cross-legged cyclists waiting in line with the rabble.
Finally, one guy - seeing the empty john and the long line he was in, burst out, "VIP??? Yeah. It's Very Important I PEE!!" And he promptly went to the VIP john. And that started a rush. And that, I believe, was the end of the VIP P'ing.

(sorry - off topic...but reading this made me think of that for some reason!)