Last night, at about 1.30 in the morning, as I was walking back from a bar, I encountered a portly, middle-aged Chinese man - naked but for a pair of baggy, green-and-white striped y-fronts - taking a piss in the bushes around the edge of the Bell Tower Square near my home.
There were two particularly odd aspects to this phenomenon.
One, it was arse-freezing cold last night.
Two, there was a public toilet not more than 10 yards away.
I suppose, when nature calls, sometimes you just can't wait.
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Sometimes the distance to a toilet is less of a concern than is the prospect of wrestling with a door-latch. Same goes for those pesky pants! Away with them, and their troublesome buttons and zippers and whatnot!
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