Bloody Disabled Toilets
On a train from London to Edinburgh i needed to take a piss. Loos on trains being loos on trains, the main cubicles were both blocked and i didn't want to add to the fluids slopping about in the toilet bowls, let alone the sink (whoever pissed in the sink and blocked it with a paper towel - further shame on you).

So i trundled further to find the disabled toilet. Joy joy, i get to hold onto that handle and have infra red lasers flush the toilet for me when i leave.

Not sure if you've used one of these toilets. You push or wave your hand across the button on the outside and it opens and closes. I hadn't.

I pulled the door around to enclose the cubicle -ah so much room. I didn;t notice a similar button to lock the door.

I'm taking a leak and stepping back in the spacious cubicle, pissing about four feet as the crow flies into the bowl, just becuase i could. Then it happens.... the door starts to peel open SHIT it's automatic. I grab at the door to try to stop the motion, no luck. Outside there are three passengers waiting their turn is this loo of the gods, one a mother with her young daughter. So as the whole side this cubicle vanishes, they see me battling with a door, cursing, while trying to negotiate my piss into the bowl from four foot away.

My fingernail on my hand left hand (which hand do you think i was aiming with) got ripped back and it hurt - cue my frustration "fucking cunt" not sure which upset the mother more.
(quimdaloo, Tue 29 Nov 2005, 16:42, Reply)