I was spending a lovely afternoon in the cafe, casually working and chatting with friends. I get up to use the restroom and notice what is likely a vacationing mid 40's business man walk out of the bathroom door. We make full eye contact and he moves to the other side of the cafe.
I enter, flip the light switch and become instantly nauseous. PISS EVERYWHERE! How does a man miss that badly. It was on the toilet seat, on the floor, the handicap rail glistened--I was disturbed. But, I had to go. I carefully positioned my feet to avoid the droplets and hovered.
Panic set in; what about the next visitor? What would they think?! I opened the cleaning cabinet, pulled out a rag, then wiped it all down (effectively just spreading the droplets around to disguise their true heritage.
I scrubbed my hands, used some sanitizer, then walked out. Some unfortunate mother is going to be cleaning herself up while her 4 year old swings and plays on the bar and then decides to suck his thumb. I'm sorry.
