Sooner or later, my long experience tells me, if you keep a man around, he will pee in the sink.
Heck, I have done it meself.
Well, in a bucket, then down a sink, then lots of water and disinfectant in bucket AND sink!
True!
I once worked 8 hour shifts, alone, in a coffee lounge, with no loo!
We had two choices:
a. Lock till, which was a wooden drawer with a dinky little girl's diary type lock (we were NOT allowed to lock the door) gather the skirts of our long evening dresses up, and run like the clappers down the footpath to the Pancake Kitchen, hope like hell their loo was free (it often wasn't), go, and run back....hoping everything was still ok in the coffee lounge (it was a very chancy part of town....lots of nasty people around late at night and early morning).
This could not be done when you were busy,
b. Open heavy fire door, prop it up with something serious, run like the clappers up four flights of stairs in the pitch dark, in high heels and full evening clobber, go in the dark (lights in the building were centrally turned off), run down four flights again, and look cute.
This couldn't be done when you were busy, either.
So...we all used the bucket (kept for nothing else) and the little hand washing sink (we washed our hands in the main sinks) when we absolutely had to go, and it was too wild and woolly out there to run and go elsewhere.
It sucked.
You wore an evening dress and high heels while schlepping coffee at a cafe? Working 8 hours solo is illegal here - or at least legally you get breaks every so often.
I pee in the back yard when I need to (and when it's dark)
dlowan wrote:Sooner or later, my long experience tells me, if you keep a man around, he will pee in the sink.
Your experience is bad, Deb.
I never did, even though I was invited to do by a lady...
You're young, Francis...give it time....and alcohol.
It was sometimes as long as 10 or 11 hours, Little k......and it was a very classy coffee place....very famous in its time.
heehee....the taxi guys used to fight over who got to pick us up after work (if we worked after midnight) cos you had to be good looking, and they encouraged cleavage.....
I have a friend who will get out of the car and pee in the yard before coming in the house.
I keep telling him my neighbor is going to see him one day and either call the police or never leave her window again in hopes of seeing more.
I've been peeing in the sink for donkey's ears and there haven't been any ill effects even when the dinner pots are still in there.It's nearer than the bog although I have to stand on my toes if I don't have my work boots on.It cleans germs out of the drains as well.
One day, a scientist will trace herpes back to a man pissing in the sink.
And the decline of western civilization.
A supportable thesis.
<nods at bodhisattvawannabe>
<nods back at lash>
Thank you.
Lash wrote-
Quote:One day, a scientist will trace herpes back to a man pissing in the sink.
Dr Goebells lives on.What a ridiculous speculation that is.Would you like me to try that technique on people whose names began with "L".
Ahhh...Spendius...you are familiar with the terms 'irony' and 'sarcasm' and so forth, are you not? I'm assuming that's what Lash had in mind.
I'm Goebbels?
Can't......stop .....laughing.....
I'm Goebbels.
herpes in sink + Lash associated joke = Goebbels...
LOL
Bodhisattvawannabe wrote:And the decline of western civilization.
I guess Bodhis is Dr. Evil.
Oops.
Spendi is teasing.
Well, it worked. It prolonged my laughing considerably.
Bodhi is a prophet of the highest order! Western civilization will not only decline, it will come to a gruesome end if people keep on pissing in the sink.
Hmm. As I don't have a very high opinion of this "civilization", maybe I ought to start helping that decline along. 'Scuse me. Gotta go see a man about a horse.
Merry!
I know you would never pee in the sink. Really.
I think Rome collapsed because of stuff in the water.
Merry Andrew wrote:Geez, Gus, I didn't know you even have a sink in your shack. When d'you get that installed? Sure saves a trip to the out-house this cold time of year, doesn't it?
It's called an outsink, Merry.
littlek wrote:Ok! I was shopping at PetCo when I ran the cart over, and stepped in, dog poo. This little beyatch with her little yappy dog with his little buckled vest on had let the poop lie without alerting the people who work there. I kicked most of the poo off my shoe and then told a worker there was poop to clean up (loudly, in front of the offending duo). But, one little bit of poo would NOT come off my shoe. So, I wiped my sole on the bottom of a display rack to get the rest of the poo off.
That is called living on the edge.
Lash, rome fellbecause of lead poisoning and arrogance. I think.
I have been trying to recallever pissing in the sink and can't remember ever having done it. However, I did occasionally piss in the shower until Diane shamed me into stopping.
