It all started on Thursday with the (somewhat tardy) arrival of my lovely Irish Dutch Friend. We headed out for dinner with friends and ended up at a bar until the wee hours. This didn't help me get up and go to work on Friday, but hey - Friday is my half day, so it didn't hurt for too long.
Somewhere along the way on Thursday evening, we got to talking about sex, as is to be expected really - especially when it's all boys together. One of my friends - one half of the Fierce People - got really excited when someone mentioned having sex in a bathroom.
"Nothing could stop me from having sex in a bathroom", he said, somewhat over-excitedly. "Nothing at all. Except maybe if there was shit on the floor."
Whilst I applauded his cleanliness and generally healthy attitude to human waste in a sexual situation, I felt that there was a bigger question that needed to be asked.
"What kind of fucked up bathrooms do you go to where there is shit on the floor?"
There was no answer forthcoming, so we ordered another drink.
When the time came for me to take a leak, you can be assured that I trod very carefully indeed.