You drank a little bit too much water earlier and your bladder is demanding your attention, so you run down the hall to the bathroom but the door is locked. Now you have wait and as you’re doing your don’t-pee dance you start to realize that whoever is in the bathroom has been in there too long for it to be number one. You know you’re fucked when the door finally opens and the culprit shuffles out and makes eye contact with a sheepish grin. As soon as you go in, the stench wraps around you like a moldy blanket. You try to hold your breath and using your shirt as a filter, but nothing helps. Damn it, why are bathrooms so small? I know that people take shits in bathrooms, that’s why we have them. Using the bathroom after someone takes a shit is like farting in a bag and holding it over your head. You just can’t escape the stink.
Critically Rated at 4/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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