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Pool restroom story time 🚽 Needed a wee, so went to the hotel’s poolside men’s room. Two cubicles, both in use. And an obese hetty man waiting for one of them Two urinals, both free. Now being a bladder-shy gay, it takes a lot for me to use a urinal. But I needed to go.

I went over to the urinal, and expected the guy to move over. Nope. Didn’t pick up on the social cue whatsoever. Stood 10 cm behind me. By this point, I’d already jumped over the fence 🍆, trying to squeeze it out. So much so that I farted *very loudly* 💀

Did the fart make him move?