Weirdest experience I ever had in a toilet was when I needed to take a pee one day while in Central London. For anyone who knows it, at the entrance to Carnaby Street there are some public toilets which are down a flight of stairs underground. Its also a very busy area and this was at about 5pm.
I went down and all the urinals were taken up by men, which is actually quite a lot as there must be about 10 of them or something. So I stood back by the entrance to wait for somebody to finish, like you do.
However, I was stood there for a couple of minutes and nobody was finishing up, which I started to think was kind of weird. It then started to dawn on me that everyone at the Urinals actually looked a bit shifty. The guy nearest to me was a bit of an unkempt rastafarian. He kept stepping back from the urinal with his tackle in his hand, looking about really shiftily and was either shaking his penis head to get rid of pee, or masturbating. I obviously didn't really want to look down to see what he was actually doing though, he just kept stepping back and forwards from the urinal and looking about.
It was by then that I realised something really wasn't right, as nobody had moved from the urinals, they weren't peeing and they all kept turning their head every few seconds to see what was going on behind them. I then also clocked that one of the toilet stalls with a door half open had blood all over the floor. I then decided it was probably best to go elsewhere and left.
What I've never been able to work out though is what they were actually doing...
- Were they a gang who waited for somebody to be taking a pee to then pickpocket them, or worse perhaps violently rob them? Hence the blood on the floor.
- Were they selling drugs and just using it as a place to do so in Central London.
- Perhaps they were all actually drug addicts (given how shifty they were) and were waiting for their dealer to come down?
- They were just a group of gays, who were looking for some fun. (I think this is the most unlikely option).