...Or does everyone else get thoroughly hacked off with pushy toilet attendants in bars trying to squirt soap at your hands while you're washing them and then expecting a tip???
This scurge has spread like wildfire through my local home town, you can bearly get near the sink because these clowns have stacked up every conceivable brand of aftershave, lotions, potions and Chuppa Chups... FFS! CHUPPA CHUPS!!!!! Like, yeah... How p*ssed do you think I am that I'd pay a funking QUID for a funking 3 PENCE LOLLY that's been sitting in a MENS' TOILET for funk knows how long???????
And what am I, like 7 years old or something? LOLLYPOPS??? Ferchrisakes!!! Do I look like Kojak?
I might have had a few drinks, but I'm perfectly capable or TURNING A TAP ON, and heck, I might even be able to manage a squirty bottle of Carex. And I don't need some minimum wage beggar, yes, BEGGAR!!!, to press the funking button ON A HAND DRYER!!! God almighty!
I go to bars to have a good time, chat with friends, enjoy a few drinks, some music. P*ssing is the rather tiresome side effect, I don't need this chore making any worse by a) having to pay, and b) being harrased by some piss-soaked bog monkey who's been employed solely so that chavs have someone to look down on.
Phew.

