The hum in some government office bogs would make a grown man cry.
I learnt quickly to use a different jacks on a different floor if I saw certain people leaving as I was entering. One such person had the surname King which I extrapolated out to King of the Stinging Minging Ring....
As the full breakfast begins to sink toward nethers, there is a discernible drift toward the various bogs where the banging of doors, the tinkle of released belts,the satisfied sighs of flesh hitting seats before the roar of a full gut being splattered hard onto the pewter.
One poor lad who missed the 1030 ‘dump’ had to wait for a ‘slot’ around 1055.
Had the laptop with him and a hefty load, well ‘overcooked’in the ‘oven’.
Left the laptop half open at ‘procedures and privileges page’ on the seat but such was his haste to blow forgot it was there and fired ‘from the stoop position’ covering the device in a shower of hot loose midden.
Could well be an urban myth but I’ve heard that ‘story’ doing the rounds.
I heard that the laptop was unusable after the incident and was written off as ‘accidental contamination’
Cannot verify that.