The restroom was in fact shiny-clean, and I found that acceptable. So I did not need to address the purser on that score.  But I did wonder whether I had an obligation to inform the purser that the sign probably did not convey what the sign-writer had intended. The origin of the quandary was that in attempting to help out I might make matters worse. For there was always the danger that if I did inform the purser that the sign didn't quite say what it should say, the "powers that be" might replace it with something insipid like,

And that would be a great loss, for obviously the current signage is better than that.  What the sign should say, of course is:

By the way, as iGrrrl can confirm, the terlet on a wessel is called a "head." As googling can confirm, there is a natural & longstanding "friendly"¹ rivalry between Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard, two islands just south of Cape Cod, America.  So I was tempted to make a joke about pissing in Nantucket's head but I didn't think y'all would get it. But now that you know that "Nantucket" is the name of both a wessel and an island that is a rival to my own home of Martha's Vineyard, and now that you know that a "head" is the name of both an appendage generally found atop a person's shoulders (and home to to his or her brain) and also of a place to pee on a wessel, kindly mentally re-read the first sentence of this diary entry as, "So, yesterday I was taking a whiz in Nantucket's head."

Also by the way, I say "wessel" instead of "vessel" so that you'll think of what's his face on Stark Trek.  Help me out here. You know who I mean.  What was his name again?

Speaking of confusing "w" for "v", I also am thinking of a song with which you're perhaps not familiar.  It's by the Basel-based ska-punk band Scatterbrains, in which the singer's Swiss accent is hardly noticeable until he comes to lines like "My big black seventy-nine corwette." Which is funny for any number of reasons, the funniest being the idea of a Swiss kid singing about a '79 'Vette, since Europeans of course are much too snobby to drive an American car like that, much less to cherish it, and on things like this the Swiss are even snobbier than your typical European, which is snobby indeed. Besides which, where would they drive it?  Don't you need 300-mile long straightaways such as we have in Texas and Utah and Nevada to really understand what the whole Corvette idea is about? Not to mention Kansas?

My favorite Scatterbrains song is "Mom Versus Porn", written by the drummer, Graham.  "Mom" in this case being my sister-in-law Mary, and Graham being my nephew.  As he has Americans for parents, Graham's accent when speaking English is barely perceptible. But when you talk to with him it sometimes becomes obvious that English isn't his first language, and he turns to his sister Susanna and asks for help finding a word.

In the "Mom versus Porn" battle, by the way, Mom won.  Which would not surprise you if you knew Mary.  It's a very funny song.  On the Scatterbrains website you can find a few pictures of Graham, mostly drunk. He's a good kid.

In conclusion. let me make clear that while the waters between America and the Vineyard are mostly filled with scup and other non-scary swimming and scuttling life-forms, the Vineyard is also home to the Monster Shark Contest, an increasing cause of stink and consternation in both animal-rights land and rightwingnut land. And  I would suggest you check out pictures of last year's winning catch before you go present yourself to the purser and get yourself tossed overboard.

Also by the way here is some vital information about the scup which you New Yorkers probably call "porgy".  It is rawther pirhana-like, don't you agree?