Go on then. Picture it.
You got that in your head?
Two friends at work.
Lets call them – Friend A and Friend B. (Hey don’t laugh – I got that through a complex scientific and mathematical equation)
You got the image right.
Yip. You’re picturing it now.
London. June. 2012. Toilet. Friend.
(This is starting to sound like a bad British slasher horror).
They go to the toilet.
Yes ‘together’. What’s the problem. Woman do everything in two’s remember. And No. not ‘together-together’. Our toilet cubicles are not big enough to accommodate two people.
Anyway. I digress.
So, Friend A pops into her cubicle and settles down.
Friend B pops into her cubicle and settles down.
Friend A completes what she came to do and exits the cubicle.
Friend A hears a ‘little’ squeal coming from Friend B’s cubicle.
Thinking the alligator from “Alligator – The 1980 Movie” has actually crept back up the toilet and is attacking Friend B, Friend A bashes on the cubicle door while Friend B is squealing.
Friend B eventually comes out the toilet. Pale-faced and shocked – swearing that she will never again use the toilet.
Once she’d calmed down, she explained that she had sat down on the toilet seat, without realizing that it was in fact, broken. As she sat down, she slid off the toilet. Which is when the squeal came in.
I’d like to think that she slid right off and jammed down the side of the toilet but that’s just the “ad-lib” in me.
Consider. Yourself. Warned.
Toilets. Are. Dangerous.