The urinating man whistled to himself as he peed into the urinal. A strong stench of musky hops wafted under Willy’s nose. He felt like coughing.
And so he did.
It caught the attention of the man in mid-stream. He turned over his shoulder and caught Willy looking at him in the mirror.
"What are you looking at?"
Willy double-took and looked down at the basin.
"Yeah, that’s right," the man shook the urine drops from the end of his p***s. "You’re paid to clean. So, clean."
The man’s zipper screeched up to a close. He wiped off his hands on his blazer and made his way to the basin beside Willy.
The man placed his hands under the tap and thumped down the cold water knob, "You usually watch punters when they have a piss, do ya?"
Willy didn’t answer. Instead, he busied himself with cleani
