I enjoyed a slightly alarming encounter in a pub toilet the other night. No not that sort of encounter, before you start sniggering at the back. I was washing my hands when a slightly inebriated gentleman leaned past me while I was washing my hands to get to the soap dispenser, for there was only one, on the right of the two sinks.
Normally, the drunkenly over-enthusiastic operation of this machine that resulted in the lever falling off and thus rendering the dispenser useless would have been strange enough. What really confused/surprised/frightened me was that after abandoning the hand washing, he went back to the urinal. At this point, I rapidly made my exit. While taking great care not to laugh.