Ladies and Gentlemen


I was forced to complain to the management of a certain Liverpudlian eatery.  “WTF’s going on?” I asked trembling with anger.

Which toilet was I supposed to use to just have a shit?  I mean, the ‘ladies’ (shown inset, and in bad quality as I was scared of the police being called if I was caught taking a photo near the girlies’ toilet) and the ‘gents’ both seemed to indicate they were for people who were so desperate for a wee that they have to hold their urethra areas like young kids do.

They were wee wee toilets, obviously not pooh pooh toilets.

“Look, man,” I said showing my down-with-the-kids attitude, “Which door do I go through to let a brown slide down?  I mean, your food is nice and everything, but the chicken you use always goes straight through me and I feel I’m well ready to drop one off at the pool. I need to slip its remains straight out of my ample back passage and let it hit the water at such a speed that I suffer torrential splash-back.”

He called the police. Apparently, I had been seen trying to take photos of ladies using the loo.  I hadn’t.

So, the police have nice open toilets in their cells.  It was kind of them to take me to one. By the time I could ‘go’, man, was I touching cloth. The turtle was popping its head out. Phew!

And all because these trendy toilet signs don’t explain the toilets properly. I mean, thank goodness I don’t wear a kilt or have complex non-binary issues.

Categories: Behaviour, Liverpool


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