My Hand’s Up
I pee in the wash basin whenever possible. Is it normal? I just find it more convenient than going to the lavatory.
There was this teenager. She was the daughter of a rich (if stuffy) couple and went to an exclusive private girls-only school.
She was also head over heels in love with a particularly nice boy from one of the local boys-only private schools.
She would do anything to meet him, and was continually making up excuses or ‘coincidences’ so that she would run into him.
Being a boy, he finally got the message after she almost threw herself at him. He invited her out. However, being himself from a stuffy family, their first ‘date’ was to dinner at his house with his parents.
The girl was ecstatic, if nervous, and immediately set out to make sure that the night would be a success. She didn’t eat for a week.
She spent a huge amount on a new haircut and a makeover. She bought a new dress. Finally, the night came. She went to the house and was introduced to the parents at the door. They made small talk. Things were going fine.
Then, in the middle of the main course, the girl needed to go to the toilet. Being on her best behaviour, she asked for the bathroom.
She was given directions, but when she got there, she only found a bath and a sink. Not wanting to appear foolish and go back to ask directions to the toilet, she decided to use the wash basin.
Unfortunately, it was a little high and awkward to sit on, and half way though she slipped, broke the sink, and knocked herself unconscious.
After half an hour, concerned about what had happened to her, that’s where the entire family found her – unconscious, her knickers around her ankles, lying in a mess of water, urine and broken sink.
Of course, when she came to, she was humiliated. The boy, however, thought it was the funniest thing in the world. He visited her in hospital and asked her to come around again.
At first she wouldn’t but, when convinced that the family had forgiven her and that it would never be mentioned, she agreed.
As with the first time, she spent a week preparing for the night. As with the first time, she was greeted by the parents at the door.
Feeling slightly more nervous than the first time, the sat down on the nearest sofa – only to hear a hideous cracking sound. She quickly stood up, and discovered that she had just broken the back of the family’s beloved chihuahua.
She never saw the boy again.