Urinals

Early childhood memory was seeing a deuce with shit smeared hand towels around it in a sink at the Vet in Philiadelphia.

 

#VetStadiumMemories
so sad the place is gone

 

Along those lines, a buddy of mine and I were leaving a New Orleans Saints game and heading back to Mississippi back around 1999. We made it as far as Slidell (about an hour away) before we both had to piss like crazy.

I whipped it into a Wendy's and we both raced for the men's room. I went to the urinal and he went to the stall.

While I was in mid-stream, a third guy walks in, sees us both in there and says "damn!" I finish up, turn around to wash my hands, and see him pissing in the sink.

Some things you can't unsee.

 

At a Wendy's?
If you're going to piss in the sink, go to Jack in the Box.

 

I'd give pretty good odds that it was left by someone I'm related to.

Vet bathroom debacles ran in my family.

 

At the Vet, there were typically lines to piss in the sink. God, that place was a circle of hell.

 

Hell, there were lines to piss on the drunk guy who passed out on the concourse.