A Day in Paradise

Browsing UB this morning reminded me of my favorite urinal story.

It was (really) late one night during the summer of 1997 when in Odessa, Ukraine. I was returning from a party and I was dying to take a whiz.

I had made it as far as the last tram connection which would bring me down the “fantana” line to our place. The transport system was such, that as a rule, you usually waited for 45 minutes only to have 3 trams come together.

There was a public bathroom underneath the tram stop, but I had never ventured down there… this was an emergency so I decended the dark stairs. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see another guy (who was obviously in my situation) standing by the door urinating in the general direction of the mens room.

Thankful that I didn’t have to venture any further, I took my place next to him and took a very relieving whiz.

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