Losing my aim

Our office toilets are split into the two sexes, each sex comprising of two cubicles.

The instant schoolboy error that was commited was not allowing any daylight into said cubicles.

The second schoolboy error was to fit the main switch that controlled all of the cubicle lights outside the toilet door. One switch kills all lights.

Since our business centre started promoting a more environmental policy, somebody walks around turning the lights off now. It's a good thing too, but not in the middle of the day, and not when you don't know what the switch actually does.

So there I am. In the gents cubicle, having a pee, stood up.

BANG.

Pitch black.

Out go the lights, and I'm cursing the person that did it, whilst still trying to maintain a reasonable line on my stream of urine in the hope that it's still hitting the inside of the toilet.

I put it down to some spoon-fed not being aware of all functions of the light switch, and left it at that.

It happened again yesterday. So I put up a sign that read something along the lines of:

Please don't switch this light off.

You're not saving the planet, you're turning off the lights in the cubicles and spoiling my aim.

I came in this morning and looked in the kitchen bin. As I expected, there was my sign, screwed furiously into a tiny ball after it'd been ripped from the wall.

Whichever remedial that keeps doing it has learned what the switch does, and got a bit angry in the process. They'd taken it personally. Hehe.

If it happens again, I swear to god I'll run out of the toilets mid-stream to see who it is.

Capture the flag

Only a few people reading this will know what it's about, but I'll explain anyway.

Say that you go out with your friends for a mate's barbequeue.
Say that quite a few of you get drunk. Really drunk.
Say that there's a castle opposite your house.
Say that there's a French flag on display in said castle.

Your first instinct would be to go and nick the flag, right?

No?

Well it was someone's instinct, and someone legged it into a castle (where people actually live) to go and steal the flag. Trouble is, they didn't find the flag. They didn't even come close. They took something much more valuable. Something that the castle owner would miss much more.

They took a metal bowl.

Flag / Metal bowl. Not quite the same thing. In fact, nothing like what they set out for.

Being drunk as they were, the people decided to go back in for the flag. They didn't find it this time either, but were instead spotted by someone living in the castle, and our drunk friends had to escape the castle before they were caught. Without a flag.

So how hard is it to go and nick a bit of material off a pole?

If you're M. Weston or Martin W, quite difficult.