I wasn't a part of this, and it's not as funny as the original story, but here goes...
Back in high school, our band took a trip to London. We hopped a plane from Austin to Dallas and then caught our international flight overseas. Three buds and I were sitting in the middle section at the front of coach, and we had restrooms about five feet to either side of us.
Somewhere over the Atlantic, in the middle of the night, one of the toilets flushes. Then it flushes again. And again. After a couple of minutes, this guy with a horrified look on his face comes out and quickly goes back to his seat, with the commode still flushing. That by itself was funny to see.
What followed next was a 30 minute parade of flight attendants with pitchers of water, pouring water down the can with hopes that it would somehow stop the flushing. It didn't. The captain even came down and looked at it for a few minutes before finally locking the restroom.
The flushing continued for another 2 hours or so, and I had just gotten adjusted to the din and was falling asleep when it suddenly stopped. I would've gone back to sleep, but dawn was breaking and we were about 20 minutes away from landing at Heathrow.
[This message has been edited by paradox183 (edited 11/17/2005 8:48p).]