I would have done the same. One day in the walmart restroom, in the stall next to mine, there was a definant shameless shitter next to me. Panting and grunting he was dropping a major load. It was so hard for me not to laugh out loud.

I definitely would not laugh at a stranger's pooping sounds; if I did, he might take measures to be more quiet, such as laying toilet paper in the water beneath him. I would far rather listen, and laugh only silently to myself, than interrupt the concert. I don't know how I would react to someone laughing at my own pooping sounds; I normally try to lift my bottom off the seat a bit to let my plops project, but I have never been laughed at for doing so. My hope is that someone else is also taking pleasure in my sounds.

I was about 3 or 4 when my mom took me downtown to the Civic for the circus. She had to "tinkle" (I was always endeared to that word) and we went down to the largest restroom I had ever seen. I now take my own daughter in there and think it has at least 30 stalls. Because of my age and that there was such a crowd, mom insisted that I come into the stall with her and said I could be her "little helper". That meant that if I was on my best behavior, I would get a special treat.

We had to wait in line for quite a few minutes and as next in line and directly in front of the door, we could hear this lady give off tremendous farts and then there was this noise like she was in great pain, you could see her feet move under the door as she stood up and repositioned herself on the stool, there was a plop and splash just short of thunder. She said a swear word or two and I remember mom looking down at me and saying "We didn't hear that!" I remember snickering about it and when the lady (she was old, big and mean-looking)opened the door, mom grabbed me and pulled me into the stall as she unbuttoned her jeans, pulled her pants down and sat down to pee. As she peed, I continually asked her about the noises the lady was making, but mom refused to be drawn into the conversation. I realize now she was trying to teach me not to make fun of others, but I just thought what we heard was so funny.

Finally, I told mom that I too had to pee. She moved back on the seat, spread her legs a bit and made room for me on the front. I didn't really have to pee, but I wanted to beat the boredom and, most importantly, trying to figure out why that old lady was so noisy. It's been more than 25 years and ever so often, when I'm crapping in a public bathroom I worry about drawing attention to myself with too much noise. Then I remember that there's no way I could top what that old lady did.

I do it when I'm not at work!
DAMN SKIPPY! I have laughed many times at another person's farts.
I love it!!!!

MSG you have a good philosophy - why induce stage fright? Enjoy the musical tuba recitals and respect that they might be self-conscious shamefuls who think they're alone.

The only time I wasn't able to contain laughter was at my own echoing emission... when the stranger a couple stalls over commented "good one."

The link is not found, but I too have a very hard time not snickering in a public toilet when somebody cuts loose.

I wont laugh if a person takes a wicked dump HOWEVER if a funny comment is made by that person OR persons in the bathroom I might laugh at that otherwise its battle stations everyone. Its time to take a dump and get mighty serious about it.
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!