Luckily the guy who'd stepped out in front of me (&, I feel, caused the whole thing) reached out and grabbed me. Now, I'd never once in my life imagined that there would one day come a time where I'd be thankful to be grabbed by a man in the toilets, but this was certainly that time. I reluctantly said thanks and gave him a little pat on the shoulder then went about the business of washing my hands and getting the fuck out of there. I was well aware of the fact that everybody was watching me... thinking what a drunken idiot I was. It was pretty humiliating. And that's the thing that really annoyed me... that it looked like I practically fell over because I couldn't stand up straight & was absolutely tanked, or whatever... and not because of the fact that I slipped in somebody else's horrible urine because somebody walked right in front of me as I was attempting to get out of the toilets in the quickest possible time. Aaaaaargh.
Three things, pub people... Three things:
- Don't piss on the floor. It's not funny. You're a twat.
- Look before you step out of a cubicle.
- Fuck off.