This reminds me of when my pal desperately had to shit when she was on a night out. She popped into KFC and ran upstairs to the toilets, but she needed a code to unlock the door. There simply wasn’t time to go downstairs and order something to get the code. She was going to shit, and she was going to shit now.
She decided the best course of action would be to nip into the cleaner’s cupboard. She found one of those big yellow mop buckets and unleashed fiery hell into it. She describes it as the worst smelling shit she’d ever done. However, she was pretty drunk and when she stopped squatting she managed to knock the bucket over and the shit poured EVERYWHERE.
She freaked out and dashed out of the cupboard, passing the cleaner on the way, and by the time she got to the bottom of the stairs she head a guttural ‘nooooooo’ from the cleaner.
She dashed home, convinced she was going to need to go again, and indeed she did, and she ended up shitting in a bush, crying profusely, 50m from her apartment door.
