We have an etiquette at work which involves warning colleagues that we intend to let the pigeons out so that they know to avoid the single male lavatory for a few minutes. The womens’ is barely used so if anyone is desparate to crimp off a length at the same time it’s a fairly safe bet. It does however have a dodgy lock, with a warning to this effect.
My mate returned to the shop looking puzzled to the point of trauma. He’d opened the door to the ladies, to find the sole middle-aged female colleague having a pee, standing up, facing the pan. Theories abound, but we’re all flummoxed. I’ve suggested a She-wee or similar may have been involved. One of the less enlightened of the team has taken to calling her Lionel.
