Friday night, we went to a good old Southern Gospel Quartet singing at the local middle school. During a bathroom break, I was standing there waiting my turn at the urinal, when I made the observation that there were 5 urinals and 5 old guys standing there. I noticed most were grunting, or dribbling, or just having general difficulty in peeing. The thought crossed my mind "wait til I get my turn, guys, and I'll show you how it's done." I have laughingly described post- prostate surgery urination as having the ability to have such a strong stream that I could push the urinal scent block halfway up the back of the urinal. While musing about
it, my turn came, and I really showed out......
Zipping up and turning around, I saw that I was the only one left, and no one was waiting who could appreciate my performance....oh well,