What is up with the neon green lighting in the Britomart toilets? It makes me feel like I'm in Amsterdam. The closed cubicle door opposite got me all suspicious and apprehensive. Visions of junkies shooting up with their handbags between their ankles began hopping around frantically inside my head. I have never felt so terrified while peeing. So on edge was I that when the toilet flushed itself (is that really necessary? I am capable of pushing a button...) I actually jumped in fright.
Crikey.
It must be lonely to be a bus driver when everyone is sitting at the back. Maybe I should sit near the front more, to keep the bus driver company.
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