You gotta poop. Badly. You go to the public restroom, there’s a person at the counter digging in their bag. They see your face. You can’t leave. That’d be weird. You go into the stall and sit. You now have to, somehow, sit on the toilet and not shit until they leave because the person has seen your face and will know what you did. They take MINUTES.
The end, sorry for the cliffhanger. You now feel like my poop, clinging to the edge.
Hey man, idgaf. If the stall’s available and I’m in the red zone, I’m gonna go in there and commit a war crime if I need to. If you like to dick around and waste your time in the men’s room, that’s on you.