#milkshake gate

Today I went into the city but the trip ended slightly different to how I would have liked...

We were heading back to the train station this afternoon and still had some time to kill so I decided to buy a Reeses Cups chocolate milkshake. When we finally got to the station Bex decided she needed the toilet so we went in and I put the milkshake on top of the (not so flat) toilet roll dispenser thing, sat down to do my business and... It fell off. Onto my boxers/jeans/the floor/everywhere basically. 

Okay, yeah already pretty embarrassing. It got worse when I had to inform Bex on the situation: "Man! I've just spilt my milkshake everywhere! It looks like I've done a MASSIVE SHIT" And she informed me that there were other people in the bathroom as well. 

Anyway, Bex asked if I was decent and whether she could come in - baring in mind I'm standing in the cubicle with my chocolate covered jeans and boxers down by my knees - and I had to pull my jumper down as far as possible and unlock the door to which she said: "OH. You really mean everywhere... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" 

So I ended up having to actually take my boxers off and putting them in a bag and just clean my jeans as best I could before putting them back on - Yes. They were gross - and while I was sorting out my stuff outside the cubicle two people came into the bathroom separately. The first was a girl around our age who Bex promptly told: "She's had to take her pants off!" Brilliant, thanks man... The second woman was a fair bit older than us, she walked in, looked at the state of the floor and walked straight back out. 

Bex was kind enough to give me her coat to try and cover the fact it now looked like I'd done a massive shit in my jeans and I had to tell someone about the mess. I found a guy on the platform and told him I'd spilt my drink in the bathroom to which he responded "You know you're supposed to drink it right?" and then went to see how much damage there was. I think he was okay with it because when he came back out and couldn't even say anything to me, he was just laughing. (As was the girl who Bex had told I'd had to take my pants off..."

I then had to sit on the train for an hour and a half in WET, CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKEY JEANS and smelling of peanut butter...