It was a normal weekday, in a normal building, on a normal floor. It was late morning, and nature was calling. The closest bathroom was one nicknamed "the zoo" due to the frequent odd encounters there. I decided to go there anyway, since I was getting the human two-minute warning.
As is my custom, I occupied stall number two. As I settled in, I heard someone come running into the area and dash into stall number one, apparently making it just in the nick of time.
As things progressed, I began hearing my neighbor pulling large quantities of paper out of the dispenser... and scrubbing feverishly. After one session of pulling probably five yards of toilet paper out, I happened to look down. What I saw so disturbed and shocked me that it is still difficult for me to visit that stall to this day.
What I saw were two decent-sized poop balls rolling under the wall.
Toward my right shoe.
Leaving a little landing trail behind them.
Oh, how I wished the stall walls went to the floor!
My first reaction was disbelief. How did these two escape his wrath? My next reaction was: what should I do with them? If I leave them, and someone sees me coming out of the stall, word will spread that I was the baller. If I try nudging them back with my shoe, their "adhesiveness" would likely present my shoes with a very unpleasant situation.
I gave out an obvious "Hey buddy" throat clearing, but Mr. PoopBaller had long since finished his scrub-down and was departing, I think without washing his hands. Figures.
So I wrapped my shoe in toilet paper and nudged them back over... and quickly left the bathroom.
What would you have done?