In Tropi in San An they have a little African guy called Larry and he's a really affable guy. I had to feel sorry for him once though as I was once washing my hands after having a pee when a guy came wobbling out of the cubicle followed by the most stomach-churning chemically-enhanced smell you can possibly imagine. Now, I was a nurse for 25 years. I've dealt with bright yellow c-diff poo, people with serious bowel disorders and people with spasticated colons who only evacuated their bowels every 3-4 weeks and yet this malodorous stench even made me heave. Poor Larry stuck in this tiny gents toilet looked positively ill so I gave him an extra large tip (3 or four Euros) and got the hell out of there. Such a nice bloke, he really didn't deserve that level of olifactory punishment.
