Eau de toilette
I used to work in a comedy club which was situated underneath a very popular and busy bar/club. For several weeks, the bar had a problem with their ladies toilets flooding, which would result in drips of water coming through our ceiling into our main bar area. We would get a bucket to catch the liquid and put up a wet floor sign. This was usually while we were open to the public, but declined to mention where the overflow originated on "health and safety grounds".

Well, after a few weeks of this, our ceiling began to show signs of stress, with cracks and bulges getting bigger on each occasion. The inevitable was not far off.

And sure enough, one night we had a veritable deluge as our long-suffering ceiling finally succumbed, with a waterfall of niaguran proportions gushing forth. Cue my colleagues and I running for bins to capture the flow, and a cordon to keep customers safely away.

Imagine my face as one gentleman reached out to our water feature with both hands, then splashed his face merrily, laughing away. Our suggestions that his actions were "perhaps not a good idea" were ignored in blissful ignorance.

The daft twunt must have been pissed out of his tree not to smell the stench of his chosen aftershave.

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(Flurble - The Innocent One, Wed 7 Sep 2005, 16:38, Reply)