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Guys : Part lV

Just last week, when I was about to use the urinal in the male restroom at Paragon (Shopping Centre), I noticed a pretty cool contraption placed inside the urinal. It was a dartboard, about 15 centimetres in diameter and exactly like the one professional dartboard players use.

And every urinal had one, which meant that it was placed there with an intention. An intention that had something to do with the male psychology. The concept behind it was simply. When males saw the dartboard, they tried to aim right at it. It was a kind of natural male instinct. To hit the target, right in the middle and the longer the 'stream' of rounds kept hitting it, the greater was the user satisfaction. As for the shopping centre management, it meant that the liquid waste ended up where it was suppose to and not out of the firing range.

Though, on a personal note, I would like to remind the management that cleaner toilets should not mean less cleaning. Because just today, in the middle of using another urinal, which had no dartboard, I noticed a tiny dark fly darting around inside and my male instincts suddenly kicked in.

If guys can get all excited by a stationary target, imagine what a moving target can do to him? Worse still, imagine what it can do to the firing range?

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