Two incidents at work:
1. I am on a training course. The course leaders tells us that to reach the toilets you have to walk halfway around the building and through a security door. To go through the security door you need a photo pass. If we need the toilet we are to go to the front of the class and ask him for the pass. Only one pass is available.
2. I receive an e-mail, which has been sent to everyone in the building. The e-mail says that the water supply will be turned off for two hours this morning so that a new water pipe can be fitted. Drinking water and toilets will be unavailable. The e-mail is sent at 10.30am, and the water is turned off at 11.00am.
All adults can control their bowels. And the ones that can’t? Well, they go up to the front of the class, say to the course trainer “I would like the pass for the toilets please, and I may need it for half an hour or so to allow this pesky explosive diarrhea attack to pass”, walk halfway round the building, and get relief. Or they just keep quiet.
Guess which one I did.