Recently when I was at work, doing the whole leisure centre thing, I had to pop off to the little blogger’s room to (ahem) powder my nose.
Upon entering a cubicle to do as nature intended, I noticed a small boy had obviously been in the ladies because the seat was up. Not thinking too much of it, I popped the seat down, turned around, sat down and made my bladder happy.
Finishing with relief, I turned around to flush, and discovered to my horror that all was not quite right. Sadly, the seat was covered in something brown, ominous and smelly. And I had just sat in it….