Beer goes in, lager comes out and it needs to go somewhere. It was only when I needed to recycle that I realised TOTT was massive and were only in one of the rooms. Behind us was a very large restaurant (closed until the evening) with a small stage and were informed there was an upstairs too.
Anyway, I went to the Gents and was fascinated to find the urinals were very high up the wall. Most Indians appear to be on the smaller side in the stature stakes (I'm also a short-arse) yet to use the piss pots comfortably, I almost needed to be ion tip-toe.
It made me laugh, but not as much as the second visit when one of the waiters was breaking his neck trying to reach. In the end he stepped back and aimed, with a perfect stream of pee, arcing into the bowl. Shame he wasn't quick enough- he dribbled all down his leg and shoes.
That was the last time I got served by him... :o)
Anyway, I went to the Gents and was fascinated to find the urinals were very high up the wall. Most Indians appear to be on the smaller side in the stature stakes (I'm also a short-arse) yet to use the piss pots comfortably, I almost needed to be ion tip-toe.
It made me laugh, but not as much as the second visit when one of the waiters was breaking his neck trying to reach. In the end he stepped back and aimed, with a perfect stream of pee, arcing into the bowl. Shame he wasn't quick enough- he dribbled all down his leg and shoes.
That was the last time I got served by him... :o)
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