Bogs being slang in my neck of the woods for toilets.
You're in the club or pub and you go to the toilets and there's always that dude, generally a foreigner, has aftershave, deodorants, all kinds of stuff, you go to use the sink and you cant really avoid them and you see them get a mixture of rude treatment, back chat, conversation, tips or whatever.
What do you all feel about this sort of thing? Just a sort of begging that you cant stand or what? Sometimes I'll start out talking to them and feel affable towards them, well, no more than I would to any stranger or any stranger who has decided to act in a way that's tantamount to doing someone a service. Then I'll find out they're from some part of the globe I hate for some reason, Nigeria, Albania, a real mafia or war torn place. Their presence then bugs me. In either case I know I'm likely intoxicated and couldnt pick them out of a line up or remember them in passing on the street.
Likewise what do you think about street traders? We met and befriended a guy trading watches and wares in Spain one time, black guy, I suspect a muslim since we bought him a drink once or twice and he was pretty precious about avoiding alcohol, and he told my dad he was from Senegal.
My dad said he knew the place and the guy appeared annoyed, like he'd heard that a lot and I was worried my dad was in fact about to embarrass himself, randomly my dad did know Senegal because he had been watching TV and the world news was reporting on monsoon rain and storms in the region. The guy was impressed.
While I knew a few guys who where street traders who where dickheads or part of some racket that guy was alright, it was humbling, considering he went out of his way to get what appeared to be a third hand celtic shirt to wear one evening when calling around (the bar was called the celtic tiger but was randomly also frequented by at least one rangers supporting, orange man and masonic lodge scot).
I recall as one of my life's moments of "bad faith" my annoyance when the guy turned up the second night we'd met him and said "hot night, hot night", indirectly requesting a drink. I'd gotten annoyed at the presumption, my dad corrected me, reminding me of my comparative advantages and ease, also of the Christian obligations to proffer aid where its requested or obvious (the passages are in Matthew and it actually states about requesting a drink and not receiving it, its the only mention of judgement passed by God and recognising God in all people or as all people). Never forgot that.
You all got a view or no view?