So it was Easter sunday. I had my nice clothes on. I was driving northbound on Airport approaching 51st. But then..... I knew I had to get to a bathroom. It was bad. And since it was broad daylight, I could not go in an alley, or a parking lot, or behind a dumpster.
I looked to my right at Sala and Betty's. Oh no! It was closed. I continued northbound, and noticed Burger Tex to my left. I noticed an open sign and several cars in the parking lot.....I was so happy!
I put the car in park and walked hurriedly inside. However, about a dozen steps away from the bathroom, as I walked by the condiment bar, a little diarrhea came out. I tried to squeeze my buttocks to no avail. Then more come and more. I grimaced in embarrassment as it ran down my leg and started accumulating in my socks.
I then made a mess of the toilet. I didnt bother to wipe. What wouldve been the point? I didnt flush either. I just wanted to get in the shower ASAP. As I walked out, I did my best to avoid eye contact, leaving a drippy copper colored trail of shame behind me. But they knew, and I knew they knew. I had ruined quite a few peoples lunches, and felt sorry for the unfortunate minimum wage employee who had to clean it up.
I set a used gym towel on the drivers seat and sped away back to my house where I cleaned up accordingly.
Originally Posted by Chicago Sunroof
So you were the SOB who messed up the toilet in there! I must have come in right after you and I had the same problem! I never made it to another place and crapped all over the seat of my car! Thanks for nothing!
