Oops

Embarrasing tale. Twice a week I go to the airport to teach English to three directors. One day this week I had too many coffees and too much water and was busting to use the 'ladies'. Unfortunately there were a heap of other people using the toilets (shared, one cubicle for men, one for women) as there was another meeting in a nearby room. I tiptoed into the mens unable to wait for the ladies cubicle to become free.

Having observed the unsavoury state of the porcelain rim (no seat) I wiped it down and then squatted over it, sighing with relief as my bladder emptied.

As I stood up it was then that I realised I completely missed the bowl and effectively pissed all over the floor. Not just a trickle, but a lake.

There were now 5 or 6 people crammed into the bathroom waiting and all I could think about was 'should I clean it up?' or pretend it was like that when I went in. The latter would require making a big fuss, drawing attention to the flood of urine, waving my hands around...it just seemed easier to use half an industrial roll of paper and dab it up.

Gi tells me he would have gone with the fuss method. It speaks volumes about our different personalities if nothing else.

By the way, this is personal, so please don't tell anyone else.