If you've lived in 'the heartlands' (ie. highrise public housing estates) of Singapore, this topic would ring a cluster of cathedral bells.
Every now and bloody then, upon entering a lift in these estates, you may be rudely confronted by a pool of 'water' on the floor. Not your ordinary kind, mind you, but of the variety that springs forth in showers of golden hue - URINE!
Yes, there are people running loose in this day and age that believe in easing themselves like animals when they're alone in the elevator. And of all the wide open spaces of this vast planet available for that, they just have to choose the confined space of a public lift.
What drives such anti-social behaviour completely eludes me. Here are perhaps some possibilities:
1. the thrill of being caught pants down?
2. the challenge of emptying the bladder before the elevator door next opens?
3. a sexually cathartic experience?
4. a fetish?
Whatever the reason, the practice was so rampant at one time that the authorities began installing "Urine Detection Devices" or UDDs in lifts. I'm not sure whether these photographed the culprit in action, or worse, deactivated the elevator's operation thereby detaining the subject. As it turned out over time, however, many of these 'devices' are dummies, as the golden showers continue to spout unabated to this day in brazen defiance.



