Do Not Flush... Except For...

I caught the train up to Exeter today to meet a chum for lunch. On the way there I had to visit the lav (due to excessive Sunday morning tea consumption) and saw that someone had a very clear opinion of Bridgewater.

Please excuse the fuzzy photo, my phone camera can't cope with the motion of the train.

As we approached Exeter the guard started to bash on the door to the loo to try and get someone out. "Come on out, there are people waiting to use the toilet, come on" bash bash bash. Eventually he realised that there was no one in there, it was just that the door was a bit stiff. Oops. I think he felt a bit daft.