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Know Where You're Going

Posted 11.02.2005 by Pill Pooper (451)
The work had progressed from your regular forty hours to a monstrous eighty hours a week. I had gone into business for myself and, in doing so, had greatly increased my workload and my stress level. I'd also decreased my weight, which was good; but that hindered my ability to eat a regular meal, which was bad.

My diet was ever changing and my body wasn't sure how to deal with it. One day I would gorge on Doritos and Kudos bars and the next I would eat nothing at all. My digestive system was extremely angry and let me know it quite frequently. Throughout the day I would have hellacious gas, the type that would make a wild dog run and hide or knock a buzzard off a shit wagon. It was bad. Real bad. If the urge to release some pressure ever hit me, I would tell whomever I was with that I had to go outside and grab some tools; there I'd blow off a few pounds and return to the house feeling a hundred times better. This went on all week with little or no lasting effects, save for some skid marks that would have made Mario Andretti proud.

I had been dooking normally -- once every evening -- until Thursday rolled around. I didn't have any work scheduled then, so I decided to sleep in a bit and actually eat some normal food. Normal for me, anyway -- on the menu was Wendy's for lunch followed by a nice big brick of Ellio's frozen pizza. A meal fit for a king.

After the recommended resting period, I decided to hit the gym. I hadn't been able to frequent the gym as much as I would have liked due to the hours I had been working. So, since I was off for the day, I figured I should do something healthy.

The gym is pretty much empty at that time of the day. The only people in there were a few MILFs and the occasional older Jack LaLanne type. I climbed aboard my favorite Precor machine and set about doing my forty minutes of cardio. About ten minutes in, I knew something wasn't right.

My body had had just about enough of my insane eating habits. It was time for a reckoning. Just as I crested the 1.5-mile mark, the cramps began. And the worst part was, they were in unison with my steps on the machine. I quickly scanned the area for the locker rooms. I knew time was of the essence here; I would need to make haste of my waste rather quickly. The bad thing was that I really only go to the gym to work out, after which I then leave. I had never gone into the locker rooms. For that matter, I didn't even know where they were.

I frantically jumped from the Precor machine and ran to the front desk to ask where the bathroom was. What a sight I must have been, sweating like the last hamster in San Francisco as I asked about the shitter. So much for ever nailing the hot counter girl!

She sullenly pointed me south and off I ran. I kicked open the doors to the locker room and quickly scanned the area for the bathroom. Luckily, there was a huge sign saying "restrooms" with an arrow pointing the direction. I slalomed through the locker room and found the Promised Land. Since I am an extremely Shameful Shitter, it was fortunate for me that the bathroom looked empty. I opened the stall to an amazingly pristine toilet. It was almost too clean. But I didn't have time to stop and smell the seat; I dropped my shorts around my ankles and let loose a barrage of cannon fire that would have made General Custer proud. The assault lasted mere seconds, and then it was over.

I sat on the can, thanking Almighty God for letting me make it to the bathroom in time. And then I heard something that scared me: female voices. Surely I was mistaken. No -- in my frantic pursuit for a place to poop, I had entered the women's locker room.

"Oh, fuck," I thought. "What am I gonna do!"

Maybe they wouldn't come in to the bathroom. If they did, may God have mercy on their souls -- the mess sitting below me was enough to make even the toughest man sick, let alone some unsuspecting women.

I sat there in total distress, not knowing exactly what I should do. Should I pull a Mission Impossible move and crawl through the air ducts? Or should I just run out of the bathroom like a mental patient? I was totally and utterly fucked.

Then the bathroom door swung open.

I quickly raised my hairy man legs up above the toilet so as to not be discovered.

"So we should just go to Abercrombie and see if they have -- what is that horrible stink?" a female voice said. "One of those old hags must have died in here."

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, since I knew the stink was permeating from the veritable witches' brew stewing beneath me. But stink be damned -- I was in a dire situation here! If I was found out, Lord knows what would happen to me.

"That is just awful. I can't believe that actually came out of some girl's ass!" said another voice. And they all started cackling like a bunch of hens. I, on the other hand, was totally mortified. I quietly sat there, legs on the stall door, contemplating my predicament.

Then they left the bathroom as quickly as they had entered. I sat there for a minute or two assessing the situation. I quickly got to my feet, wiped my now-crusty ass, and did some recon. I stealthily looked through the crack in the stall door to see if there were any more X chromosomes in the vicinity. Then I stood up on the unflushed toilet to make absolutely certain that no one was in the bathroom.

Satisfied, I flushed my Satan's brew and slowly opened the stall door. No one was there -- the coast was clear! I sprinted to the door and, again, slowly opened it, just enough to look out into the locker room. All looked quiet and empty. Now was my chance. I sprinted out of the locker room and into the hallway that separated the genders' lockers. And then I casually walked out of the gym. I had done the unthinkable: shat in enemy territory and returned to tell the tale.

Prissy pooper (not verified) -- 11.02.2005

I once went into a mens restroom while on a roadtrip. No fun poop stories, but I know what that all gripping terror feels like. Later, it's funny as hell!

Anonymous Coward (not verified) -- 11.02.2005

hasn't anyone learned about the courtesy flush?

CC (not verified) -- 11.02.2005

Great story!You had me fooled.I thought this going to be a desperate run to the pot.You do the move,shit,and breathe a sigh of relief.Get ready to wipe and no toilet paper.If not that,you shit in a box because you can't find the bathroom.In my college days I saved my buddy from going into the ladies room.There was a glare that came through a picture window and reflected off purple walls that blinded you.I thought I was in ladies room once because I did not see a urinal.A mistake was made when the building was constructed and they put 2 ladie's rooms on the on the same floor and they had to make one a men's room.

Shatty Cake (135) -- 11.02.2005

I wonder what would actually happen if a guy was discovered in the ladies' room, or vice versa? I imagine that at the very least they'd be escorted out by security and never allowed back into the club. Caught with their pants down, literally, and a poop-encrusted ass -- how embarrassing would that be??

Glutgut (not verified) -- 11.02.2005

PillPooper, you my friend have been working too many hours. That was really messed up. Nice story, I always enjoy what you write.

Tideybowlman (not verified) -- 11.02.2005

That happened to me once I was at Scout Leaders Training in my uniform I had to take a leak I was at a local High. I walked into the girls restroom by mistake,I walked in and there were no urnials I quickly walked out, onbody nver noticed what I had done.

Anonymous Coward (not verified) -- 11.02.2005

its y crhomosomes...

Splatterbuns (70) -- 11.02.2005

Very funny tale. You had me fooled as to where it was going, and I laughed out loud when I realized your predicament. I've only ventured into the wrong locker room once, and realized it pretty quick (of course I wasn't holding back a buttload of hell). I managed to slip out unnoticed.

The Big Wiper (2245) -- 11.02.2005

To--Anonymous Coward and the comment that 'it's y chromosomes:' Pill Pooper was correct. X is associated with female characteristics. Paired X chromosomes produce a female. It takes the addition of a Y chromosome to produce a male.

Pill Pooper was on the lookout for X chromosomes (females) only, so the y comment of Anonymous Coward is not correct.

cc (not verified) -- 11.02.2005

I remember the sory about a guy taking a dump in an aiiline bathroom.The smoke alarm went off by mistake and they pulled the poor guy out with his pants down and they didn't let him wipe his ass.The alarm went off and they thought he was smoking.They dragged him down the aisle in front of the other passengers.

vaka (1) -- 11.02.2005

I have gone in a men's washroom before, I had been at work for almost 9 hours without any breaks and I have to poop really badly so I went to the bathrooms and the ladies was looked, so I just used the men's, I didn't get caught ethier.

and the big wiper is right about the chromosomes.

wonderpance (599) -- 11.02.2005

good story! that would be a horrific realization, wouldn't it? i really liked this line: "But I didn't have time to stop and smell the seat..."

i wish all establishments had clearly marked and visible restrooms. there's not much that i hate more than wandering around some place trying to find the pooper! especially when i really have to go.

know what else i hate? foreign food restaurants that have foreign words differentiating the restrooms. i'm american! i don't know what an hombre is!! actually, i do. but you get my point. usually they at least have some kind of picture indicating whether it's for males or females, but sometimes even those are confusing!

runninggrrl2 (170) -- 11.02.2005

I once entered the men's room at a restaurant in Ukraine. The place was really trendy and instead of pictures of girls and boys on the bathroom doors, one had a nut on it and the other a bolt. Since I had to pee really bad, I didn't have time to think about the anatomy analogy so I went in the bolt room. Wrong door! Men are bolts, women are nuts...get it? :) Luckily, it only took one quick glance at a bunch of males in line at urinals for me to quickly turn around and go into the right bathroom. Great story!

An apple a day keeps the ExLax away!

wonderpance (599) -- 11.02.2005

hehe...i probably would've picked the bolt too. cuz boys have nuts. ha!

The Big Wiper (2245) -- 11.02.2005

What confusing choices--bolts and nuts! Almost sounds like two types of mens' rooms--bolts for regular guys and nuts for crazy guys. And nothing for women at all.

Although if you think about it in a girly, fashion-oriented way, bolts could be fabric bolts. Anyhoo, to hell with all the cutesy labels! Restaurants should forget the theme toilets and just concentrate on the anatomy. How about dicks and hoo-hoos?

mott the poople (126) -- 11.03.2005

That was funny! I did it once (pooped in girls bathroom) in grade school on a dare. No one came in though. I was pissed when I found out they had doors on their stalls...(!)

Fart Poopie (1257) -- 11.03.2005

Is it just men's rooms in schools that have no stall doors? If stores or restaurants have them too, I might walk in to check it out (making sure it's empty first, of course).

PooperGal (527) -- 11.03.2005

Heh. Good move, Pill Pooper.
Speaking of looking where you go, a guy is suing Home Depot in Colorado because he plunked his butt down onto a toilet seat in their restroom, just before Halloween, and found out too late that some joker had put glue on it. I sent the story link to Dave, so maybe he'll put it on the newswire.
PooperGal
"Searching for the Origin of the Feces"

Poo Pee (not verified) -- 11.04.2005

Well, if you REALLY want to get technical, it should be XX chromosomes since males have an X chromosome as well. (Female = XX Male = XY) But I think most of us understood what he meant anyway.

Jake Scwarz (not verified) -- 11.04.2005

I've had this happen twice, actually. The first was in a Tony Roma's restaurant - I had been there before and was sure I knew the layout. Entering the tiny square space off the lobby, men turned right, women turned left. I had been there many times before. Unfortunately, this time I was in a hurry, AND had gotten confused. Men are supposed to turn left. It wasn't until I was taking a shit, looked down and spotted a pair of red high heels under the stall next to me, that I realised my mistake (I don't have a high-heel fetish AND a shit fetish - had I, that would have been a whole different type of tale to tell) I actually got out of there without being seen.

The second took place at a convention in the San Diego Convention Center, which sapans approximately three blocks' length. The lobby runs the entire length of the building. I spotted the ladies' room sign WAY down the lobby, and saw a sign closer to me, and assumed it must be the mens'. As you can guess, it wasn't - and the fact that the restroom was very, very long didn't clue me in. With an IBS diarrhea attack imminent, I wasn't doing much analytical thinking. Yet again, only when I saw the ladies' shoes under the partition did I realise my error: The ladies' room had a door at each end! There were no actual doors, just a hallway shaped like a letter "S" that blocked any view. This time, I wasn't so lucky - halway through the curvy entrance/exit I passed right by a woman coming in, who stared at me with a bewildered look - I think it was somewhere betwen "Why is a man coming out of the womens' room?" and "Wait, am I entering the wrong restroom?" I didn't stick around to figure out which, and tried to melt into the crowd.

Ecoli Canoe (not verified) -- 11.04.2005

I work at a major university as a security guard and there are no doors on the men's room stalls at the student union and library because of gay love. Too many male couples were using their "nuts and bolts" behind closed doors much to the chagrin of many a needy pooper. Finally we had to take the doors off and cause everyone to suffer. We didn't have complaints from the women.

Ulala (not verified) -- 11.05.2005

I've used the mens room once or twice. It's always got shorter lines than the ladies!

mott the poople (126) -- 11.05.2005

Fart Poopie-- No its only in school (K-12gr). I think it may have to do with the fact that boys are learning about themselves (sexually).

Here is a good joke to pull on a guy, and make sure to look at his expression when delivering. It WILL vary. If there is NO reaction he knows the joke.

You to guy: "Do you remember the first time you had sex?"
Guy: uh...(while he is thinking say "too bad nobody was there to enjoy it with you")
Some guys will actually pucker up over this one...;}..(!)

RickH (not verified) -- 01.01.2006

I'm a custodian at a library.. Our mens/boys restrooms NEVER had any stall doors. women ALWAYS did. You get used to shitting in plain view of other men. You HAVE to, unless u have supersized intestines...

IvannaPlunger (9) -- 01.06.2006

its everyones worst nightmare u survived and for that i say good job.

Anonymous Coward (not verified) -- 05.22.2006

This reminded me of a story. I was at a men's conference with my dad when I was about twelve years old and they had changed some of the women's restrooms in the coliseum into men's restrooms to accomodate the crowd. I had a huge dump saved up, since I was shameful back then, and as I finally ran to take the Browns to the Super Bowl, I wasn't thinking clearly under the pressure of the load. I ran straight into one of the unconverted women's restrooms, unnoticed, and let loose. On the way out, there was a woman standing at the sink, and I said something like, "I must be in the wrong bathroom." Outside a security guard told me I wasn't supposed to be in there, and I told him sorry. Man that was a good one!

Hamster (581) -- 09.09.2007

Pill Pooper - there but for the grace of God .... !!! Well done - you got away with it!

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