It's time to talk about muff jets.
You know the hose pipe things that you have next to the toilet?
Well, I don't know the proper name but I've always found "muff jets" to be a rather obvious description.
Anyway, I'd never seen them before I came to Malaysia.
At first I thought…what is that? What on earth do you use it for, and...why?
[standard muff jet, not the one from the story.]
Two years later, even though I actually don't use them so much, I like them. Especially at home, they're a good remedy for hot, dirty feet!
They can be rather hazardous.
I've had a number of watery incidents with unpredictable muff jets, but I had the strangest one a few days ago.
I was in a restaurant and went to use the bathroom. It was a really small room, narrower than your standard cubicle.
I used the toilet.
Then as I stood up, suddenly there was the sound of rushing water.
I panicked a bit, like, that was something to do with me?! What was it?? Where's the water?? What's happening? Because I couldn't see anything unusual...
And then I noticed my foot was wet. Really wet.
Look to the floor.
But from where?!
I looked up.
And I saw...
Because of the tiny, tiny room, I'd knocked the muff jet handle onto full power!
Normally the muff jet is loose on the floor (so when you turn it on it flies wildly, like a snake. Yes, this has happened before =.= ), but this time it was still sitting securely in its holder...
…pointing upwards. And so the full-power jet of water was shooting up the wall, to the ceiling! Like a fountain!
I was locked inside a tiny room with a fountain of my own creation!!
It was very strange.
By this time however, the laws of gravity had kicked in and as the fountain reached its full height, it was now raining down upon me…cue frantic little hops, back and forth, trying simultaneously to stay out of the fountain and also to reach in and turn it off.
And remarkably, I managed to stay rather dry, aside from my feet and a few splashes on my t-shirt…no one said anything, I think I got away with it…