So I go to class this morning and sit down. A rumble begins in my stomache, my eyes light up, and I'm out the door ASAP to head to the bathroom.
Probably the worst poo attack I've had in a while.
Anyway, I run into the bathroom and without thinking of anything except relief, I bypass the few people that were in there and run all the way to the last stall. I guess in my haste I figured the last stall would be a good place to drop a poo-bomb....you know...to keep the blast radius as far away from the others as possible.
Anyway, I start doing my buisness, filling up the bowl, and the room clears out. Just me. All is good in the world.
Now, if I can recall correctly, never in my life have I seen a handicapped person go in a public bathroom -- ever. Yet sure enough, as I sit there in the last stall, the handicapped-stall, I hear the door open and a little *squeak squeak squeak*!
Realizing where I was and still in mid-poop, I had to think of something fast. The guy rattled the stall handle and I coughed. SHIT he's waiting for me to get done.
"Hey buddy these are researved!"
It happened so fast, didn't have real time to think of a good excuse when I walked out of the stall. The bathroom was completely empty -- all other stalls open so the excuse of "everything else was full" probably wouldn't fly.
All I could do was open the stall and walk out in shame.
The worst part was that I forgot to flush.
:/ I feel so bad.
Probably the worst poo attack I've had in a while.
Anyway, I run into the bathroom and without thinking of anything except relief, I bypass the few people that were in there and run all the way to the last stall. I guess in my haste I figured the last stall would be a good place to drop a poo-bomb....you know...to keep the blast radius as far away from the others as possible.
Anyway, I start doing my buisness, filling up the bowl, and the room clears out. Just me. All is good in the world.
Now, if I can recall correctly, never in my life have I seen a handicapped person go in a public bathroom -- ever. Yet sure enough, as I sit there in the last stall, the handicapped-stall, I hear the door open and a little *squeak squeak squeak*!
Realizing where I was and still in mid-poop, I had to think of something fast. The guy rattled the stall handle and I coughed. SHIT he's waiting for me to get done.
"Hey buddy these are researved!"
It happened so fast, didn't have real time to think of a good excuse when I walked out of the stall. The bathroom was completely empty -- all other stalls open so the excuse of "everything else was full" probably wouldn't fly.
All I could do was open the stall and walk out in shame.
The worst part was that I forgot to flush.
:/ I feel so bad.