William was strolling down South Hill Street on his way to pick up Jolene. It was technically their first date. William had on a fresh pair of sneakers and he'd washed his jeans. His shirt was from yesterday, but, he'd given it the sniff test a couple of times and it was fine.
Along about 650 South Hill, Boris Clackenstein, who was suffering a mild mental condition and thought he was a Knight of the Round Table, tossed his chamber pot contents out the window and it landed on William.