Detritus

The building I work in is around 98% women, and we few guys that are here share a common toilet that is located just outside my office. It has a sort of vestibule area, and even a long disused shower stall in there, and on account of our low numbers and poor bargaining power, the vestibule and shower stall have become the Junk Depository. (I nearly wrote Crap Depository, but then thought better of it.) Going to the mensroom usually involves dodging your way around broken wheelchairs, a couple of commode chairs, a carton of incontinence underwear, a walker, and other sundry bits of equipment suitable for aged care.

If you ever needed a reminder that one day you too will be old, frail and incontinent, then come visit me and go for a pee while you're here.

So today they had a big cleanout. Initially that meant that everything from the mensroom just migrated into the hallway, but now another service has come along and taken all the equipment that is useable, and the rest has gone down to the skip. For a short while there our corridor looked like a substandard nursing home. Our walls are Public Institution Green, so it was pretty convincing. All we needed is a smell of boiled cabbage and something even less savoury underneath, and it would have been a dead ringer.

Anyhoo, now I can pee and not worry about a future of prostate enlargement and moist underpants. Huzzah!