"You ever have one of those days when you just can't pee straight?" Dave closed the door behind him and buckled up. "Um, no?" Nitya gestured at her crotch, which contained zero penises.

"I figured. Well, it's a pain in the ass. Gets everywhere, and you feel bad for making a mess, but not bad enough to clean it up. It gets on your shoes, and—"

"I think I get it." She pulled into traffic. "Informative and disgusting, thank you. Is this a real thing?" She looked in the rearview mirror at Ivo.

"Oh, sure." Ivo bobbed his head. "Some days, it just goes like that. Bends this way or that, nothing to do about it."

"How does it bend?" Nitya made a face.

Dave gestured. "See, when the pee comes out, it squirts off in another direction, like a hose with your thumb on the end."

"Well, yes," Ivo said, "that happens. But that is a small thing. Sometimes it just twists and turns in mid-air. Ends up everywhere. I hate it."

"What?" Dave asked, at the same time Nitya said, "How?"

"Something to do with body temperature and fluid dynamics of hot liquids, I think.... This doesn't happen to you?" Dave could only shake his head.