Dusk Through Narrow Streets

I forget which bus trip it was–I want to say one from Norwich to London-Stansted–but if coach lavatories weren’t lousy enough already, especially in the ones where, say, no water would come out of the tap and there wasn’t any soap because, like, the genius driver hadn’t turned it on or something, I had one that was particularly fun. I have no idea what was wrong with it exactly, but basically you would sit down, and every 30 seconds or so, the light would turn off and the toilet would flush so that it splashed all over your butt. You can imagine that it’s a bit hard to relax and get any business accomplished at all when you’re getting soaked constantly.