Caught when driving on the hop —
I’d need to make a toilet stop;
Unplanned and it would make me late;
My innards said it couldn’t wait.
And so I didn’t drive right through
But found a café with a loo.
I ordered, as a quid pro quo,
A coffee and then had to go
To where a toilet sign I’d spied
— And found that it was occupied!
I’d simply have to wait my chance
So, faking well some nonchalance,
I read a bit the paper but
Missed the toilet’s open, shut
Of someone quicker off the mark
Thought “Bugger this discretion lark”
And went and stood outside the door
So all knew what I’d come in for.
My task complete and quite relieved
I drank my coffee then perceived
I hadn’t got the wherewithal
To pay one euro — nothing small
Nor even notes, I’d used up mine
On rather tasty bottled wine.
The gods however I could thank
That Vamos has at least a bank.
I gave the boss a cheery smile
Said I’d be back in a short while
Just hoping that they wouldn’t mind
I’d left the unpaid bill behind.
I thought as I went up the street
“Now I’ll be in it rather deep
If just today it turns out that
I find an empty bancomat”
There’s little more that I can tell —
What started badly ended well
Though, when I paid, the owner said
“Tomorrow would have done instead!”
