The shame...
Many years ago in an excellent South Indian restaurant in Drummond Street, I had just tucked into my masala dosa, when I felt the urge to pee. I took myself up the stairs, entered the gents, and unzipped over the nearer of the two urinals. Midway through my flow, a businessman type came in, looked at me with utter disdain, and made his way over to the other urinal. I returned his stare coolly, until he looked away, unable to withstand my withering gaze. Then, flushed with my petty triumph, I finished up and looked for the sink to wash to my hands – only there didn’t seem to be one.

It was at this point I realised that the urinal I had been pissing into was altogether wider and rounder than is normal. It also had taps. And a plug.

Oh bugger!

I did what any super-suave superstar would do – ran downstairs, paid the bill and fled into the street. I haven’t been back
( MacCruiskeen, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 16:02, 3 replies)

That's the exact opposite
of the YouTube hit of the guy washing his hands in the festival urinal.

Now, if you two ever met, would you disappear in a puff of piss-smelling smoke?
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 16:27, closed)

Confucious he say
"All men piss in the sink. Gentlemen take the washing up out first."
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 16:28, closed)

good job nobody saw the guy seeing you piss in the sink, or this would have totaly missed the point of this weeks question.

( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Fri 28 Jan 2011, 19:25, closed)