So, this evening, around 7 pm, I went to the washroom to pee. My colleague, a smart young man, also happened to need to pee at the same time. So we both stood adjacent to each other at the two urinal stalls. We were talking about a TV show and we carried on, while proceeding with the act of micturition. Everything seems fine, until my friend asks me:
Kris, what are you doing?[After an awkward smile/grin/laugh, he says]
What do you mean what?
I mean how are you doing that?
What do you mean?
You are not holding it!
Holding what? Oh, yeah, I don't need to hold it. Why would you need to?
Doesn't it spray all over the place?
No, it doesn't. Even at this age, I'm pretty darned good at it.
This is surely an awkward conversation that we shouldn't be having.And I walked out of the washroom and back into the office and everyone lived happily ever after.
(PS: I wasn't aware that men are supposed to do it. Several of my friends apparently use the technique my colleague was suggesting. I still don't see the need.)