There’s a certain etiquette or list of rules that most men will abide by when they’re using the toilet in a pub.
For example; always use the urinal that leaves the most space for any additional users, if there’s a long line to use the toilets then there’s absolutely no time to chat and if you do find yourself engaged in awkward conversation with a complete stranger then the standard ‘Yeah it’s a good night, yourself?’ line will suffice.
There are always some stories though that seem too good to be true but in the case of these young man who went for a drink in Dublin, we’re happy to believe that this actually happened in the bathroom.
Take it away.
It starts, as all great stories do, in “the jacks” – aka the bathroom – of a club-cum-pub in Dublin’s city centre.
But things begin to get even stranger when ‘some bogger in an Aran jumper’ (translation: and Irish person not from Dublin) walks in
If you’re like us then you might be a bit skeptical about his mad story. But thankfully, our author has provided us with some tastefully-edited proof.
There he is, with his flute out. Having heard this story, we’ll never think about this song in the same way.
Clip via – taristeach2 and images via – Imgur
