We have all been there: out in a public place and experiencing an urge strong enough to make you want to embattle a less than pleasant public bathroom. Sometimes you need to make a choice: struggle through the disgust of a gross and smelly facility, or hold it and deal with possible cramps or fecal blockage.
A few years ago, I made the choice that I could not wait. The pressure was excessive. "It must be a big one," I thought. I located the bathroom at a local home building store-type depot (no names mentioned here). As I opened the door, the wave of noxious fumes nearly knocked me down. I again rekindled my decision making process, but again opted to continue, my decision based solely on the massive pressure below.
One of the stalls was occupied by the man clearly the champion of my olfactory meltdown. I battled into stall number two and quickly settled in for an afternoon NASA launch. Since the pressure was intense, I wasted no time in pushing out the offending mass.
This is where it gets interesting. You see, I thought the other guy's odor was intense, but mine was infinitely worse! At this point I realized that the two smells were mixing together to form a new, highly unstable gas, equal only to that of Chernobyl. Usually your own smell is tolerable, but this was unbearable. I could not believe that this abomination could be achieved by only two ass pipes. I heard my neighbour clear his throat as he, too, tried desperately to find some breathable air. We both sat wallowing in our own gaseous filth.
Then, suddenly, I heard the door open and footsteps. Tiny footsteps of a toddler, followed by those of a parent. As the footsteps got to ground zero and the body attached to those feet inhaled, the child erupted: "DADDY, DADDY!!!"
The footsteps stopped, and the man yelled, "Come on... let's get outta here!!!" The two victims quickly vacated the exceedingly volatile room.
It was at this point that my neighbour and I both chuckled aloud with the pride of knowing that we had masterfully launched a counterattack on other innocent users of the facility. I am not sure if the man behind the footsteps called to have the HAZMAT response team scrambled. They should have.