Oh Crap!: a true story
Warning: Those who are squeamish towards excrement-related content, please turn away.
So I'm in the computer lab researching the Library's Copyright licensing agreements when I feel the need to go to the washroom. To my utter disgust, when I open the stall door I find the toilet to be positively filled with excrement. I sigh, contemplating the etiquette of fellow bowel movers and flush; I will not use such a dirty toilet. The water begins to rise and spill over the sides of the toilet bowl. A brown river begins to travel from the toilet outside of the stall. Not knowing what to do, I scream and run out of the bathroom, pretending as though I know nothing about the catastrophe ensuing in the basement of the Mac Correy building.
So I'm in the computer lab researching the Library's Copyright licensing agreements when I feel the need to go to the washroom. To my utter disgust, when I open the stall door I find the toilet to be positively filled with excrement. I sigh, contemplating the etiquette of fellow bowel movers and flush; I will not use such a dirty toilet. The water begins to rise and spill over the sides of the toilet bowl. A brown river begins to travel from the toilet outside of the stall. Not knowing what to do, I scream and run out of the bathroom, pretending as though I know nothing about the catastrophe ensuing in the basement of the Mac Correy building.