Absolutely Busting

Happened to me today, and quite literally pee's me off.
I walk in a petrol station and talk to the counter girl:
Me: "Do you have a loo?"

Counter girl: "No"

Me: "Well, where do you go while your on
shift?"

C.G: "In the staff loo"

Me: "Sooo you do have a loo? Can I use it please?"

C.G: "NO! It'a for staff only"

Me: "Listen jobsworth, think about this logically I need to pee. It's your loo or your floor, Now I know how to flush a chain, but I don't know where you keep your mop"

C.G: "just round the corner there..."

C'mon people, get a grip! It's a freaking loo.

What happens in a Toilet cubicle...

I’m not sure I understand cubicle grafitti, I can understand wanting to express your feelings about someone or something down in writing, after all I am blogging, the problem I have is, how many people have seen grafitti that actually corresponds to them? or even to someone they know? Even if you did how would you know who wrote it?
Thats the beauty of using a cubicle, Complete Annonomity, anything that happens in a cubicle stays in the cubicle nothing can be attributed to you, no sounds, no smell, no disconcerting stain on the ceiling. The closest anyone can actually discover is if you are a man or woman, and even then it’s touch and go.

Avid Research

Been working in a Cambridge College this week, there quite studious....