Lost in Translation #2 🇫🇷

My dear son first tried snails in Burgundy then about 12. He shortly afterwards developed a jippy tummy and we were all on tenterhooks. Stopping in the square in Meursault for a degustation he got the urge rushing off to the toilette shouting ‘merde liquide’ by way of warning.
Returning sheepishly he proudly proclaimed that the lavatory was an all singing and dancing British model with automatic seat and cleaning, made by ICI. Intrigued, I went to investigate.
Sure enough his school French was still in its early developmental stages. The instruction on the flush button simply stated: ‘Poussez Ici’!