At some point today, mid way through my eight hour shift, I noticed that my boxers were inside out. How I had managed to mis-dress myself in such a manner is quite beyond me, but I figured it wouldn’t matter too much. However, it eventually started niggling at me to have buttons pressing against my genitals, so I knew I would have to go and sort myself out. With nowhere else to turn, I went to the disabled toilet. Spacious and private.
I get in. The floor’s wet. Great. Could it be splashes from the overly-enthusiastic taps, or could it be cripple piss… I guess even wheelchair dudes can’t always avoid spilling a few drips here and there. Anyway, I quickly realised that this was not to going to be the simple task I had earlier envisaged.