Sad shins

It's sort of disconcerting when you wear shorts to work for the first time (casual Friday, obvi) and you urinate in the urinal in which you have urinated for the last 6 months, and you realize that the particular angle in which your stream has been contacting the porcelain (in no way irregular) has been, apparently, sending urine ricocheting back into your shins, probably every time.

The non-internal narration went something like this:
"What the? Wait, what the hell? Oh. ah man. Well, that sucks."

I think sometimes in life, you piss on your shins for a really long time, without ever knowing it.