Keeps the Bowl

I was shopping in Rotorua, and as often happens to us tourists, I had to go. "Upstairs", the salesgirl told me. "Try two doors down", the upstairs girl said. Two doors down there was indeed a big door marked 'Toilet", but once inside I was confronted by a virago called a Plunket Nurse: "Now we don't come in here, do we?" said she, smiling sweetly as she threw a hammerlock on me and tossed me to the pavement. With feverish steps, I walked from street to street. Twice more I was directed down blind alleys. (Did I dare? I did.)