Toilets 2
Another comes to mind, this one personal. And vile.
Last year I had an unpleasant brush with a biting fly, resulting in a badly infected forhead. I looked fine except I had a lump the size of a melon: not something you want on your face. It hurt like hell and gave me headaches, sleepless nights and the like.
One day I was at work, barely able to concentrate and feeling miserable. Needing a nature break, I retired to the toilet and took care of business. Whilst washing my hands, I looked aghast in the wash bason to ceiling mirror at my face with the melon of a forhead. Please bear in mind this thing had resisted all attempts at squeezing, lancing and poking. In a futile atempt to relieve the pain I touched either side with my index fingers. Just touched mind you, nothng so brutal as a squeeze. The bloody thing mush have been waiting because it exploded. So much stuff came out it HISSED. I had covered the entire side of our works public toilet mirror with a thick layer of yellow red gunk.
You've never seen a man clean faster in your life (that after I'd thrown up, adding to the mess). I could go on but I'm feeling sick all over again.
(DustyD, Tue 6 Sep 2005, 14:02, Reply)