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I just remembered someone vomiting in the trap next door to me in a public loo in Sydney. They didn't make to bowl in time and the chunderous mix splattered under the gap and covered my flip flopped feet. I would have added to the sick myself, if my stomach was not empty at the point.

I could have beckoned over the hearing dog and trodden on his paw, I guess.

Ha. I thought that. I hate it when that happens. I am particularly susceptible to foul smells and sometimes find myself wretching just looking at a dog turd or what-have-you. Getting ready for a party, at the house of my (now) ex-girlfriend. I opted to empty my bladder before we departed...