sunday may 18

today i used two bathrooms that were probably among the top five dingiest in london. the first was the wick's, where a drunken middle-aged man stormed in while i was using a urinal and demanded that the guy in the stall "get the fuck out of there!" the second was at the salt lounge, where there were so few urinals or stalls available at one point that as i stood at the sink, i noticed someone using the garbage can as a toilet. i shot him a questioning sideways glance as i washed my hands (like any amount of soap and water could cleanse me), to which he exclaimed "well don't look at me, dude!" which seemed fair.