Crosslegged

A busy Saturday morning and it gets to 9.30 and I need the loo and so it's a two mile dash to Fell St public toilets. I get there and three or four other drivers are already there standing outside the locked loos and swearing at the locked doors. I don’t know the reason they were shut but the ancestry of the attendants was traced and cursed back to the Stone Age. They were shut for the rest of the morning and tell you what it’s hard driving with your legs crossed.