Chronicles of HV: The lion, the savior, and the toilet

As we left holland v hawker centre, i realize that the my stomach seemed to be reacting to the laksa and nasi lemak combo that was dinner (something i wouldn't recommend). It wasn't the type that brought me to my knees, so i deliberated and decided i didn't have to brave the cubicles, just the urinals, for a piss.

As i was relieving myself, i decided to indulge a bit and let out a slow fart, but to my dismay, it was a bit of a wet one! I rushed to the free cubicle behind me, and pulled my shorts down to the familiar place around my heels, and dropped those nukes that had been weighing me down. As the carnage ploughed through the walls of jericho, i spotted through the corner of my eye the transparent toilet roll holder, and it's lack of cargo. Sighing, i made a distress call to Kenny, who was waiting outside, to come and save me with a pack of tissue! 5 seconds after i put down the phone, a brother in arms called out to me.

"Hello..hello!"...it was a dude from a neighboring cubicle! I noticed a hand holding some rumples of toilet paper! "Here's some! do u need more?" I hurriedly replied "no thanks! and THANKS THANKS THANKS!" I tried to call kenny to tell him that i didn't need saving as things were but was too late, as i heard him calling out to me for cubicle position and a pack of tissue came flying over the door.

Before my neighbour left his glory seat, his hand crept under the partition yet again with more paper. "Better take some more just in case"

Hey who ever said that Singaporeans took no initiative and were not outwardly helpful? :P