My apologies to the washroom attendant
As a kid some 20 years ago my family went on a tour of Europe. It was only a few days into the trip when we went to see The Tower of London, the Wax Museum and Harrod's. All were splendid - especially Harrod's mens washroom which was clean and beautifully appointed with an attendant and full counter of manly niceties. As I entered the attendant tipped his hat and took a brief leave of abscence.

I proceeded to completely blowout the commode in a few shuddering seconds that felt at the time like hours. The smell was horrible and I was sweating as I gathered myself up and buttoned my trousers.

I turned around, flushed and noticed the tell-tale signs of a toilet that would-not-soon-be-going-down.... I watched in horror for a moment as the pile of brown stew (it must have been the shepard's pie I ate) mounted the brim of the bowl. Seeing nothing I could do to stop it, I made for the exit. The attendant and I crossed paths just as he re-entered. Sheepishly, I dropped two pounds in the dish and bolted.

Sorry buddy. I only had two pounds, I would have left you 20 if I had it.
( teknikl, Tue 1 Feb 2011, 0:56, Reply)