Why feel guilty...you don't own that restaurant and can't control the staff.
If that guy's bomb was as bad as you descibed, 3 squares of TP would have been worthless anyway.
Sure you could have informed someone that the restroom needed paper supplies, but most likely by the time someone got in there to replenish the TP that guy would have been gone anyhow. And what if the guy left a nasty mess? They would probably spit in your next drink thinking you soiled the toilet. Best to always mind your own business.

Odd that you said you could pretty much drop a load anywhere, anytime--which is the hallmark of a shameless shitter--but could not make eye contact with the guy when you came out of the stall or warn him of the situation. I would have given the dude a polite nod and informed him that unfortunately there was no TP left in the stall. Plain and simple. It likely would not have changed a thing. His need was too urgent, and he probably would have still relieved himself.

However, if as a result of my warning him and making eye contact, he asked me to take someone from the restaurant aside and supply some additional TP as a courtesy, I would have done so. I have, in fact, mentioned lack of TP to janitors and other staff before on the way out of bathrooms when it was not inconvenient to do so.

I personally like the "hungry tiger" line because a similar thing happened to me last winter. A day or two after Christmas, my brother and I were at the local mall spending our Christmas gift certificates when Christmas dinner waged an ugly rath upon my intestines.

I barely made it into the bathroom which housed four toilets. All but one were taken, and luckily it was fairly clean, void of the usual leftover turds and piss stains. As four grown men filled their shitters, another man walked entered the room in desperation to use the shitters. He was doing the tiger pace, and even spoke out, "Come on guys, I can't wait any longer." I came close to suggesting one of the sinks to him, but I'm not that big of a prick. He was getting pissed, but as kind-hearted as I am, I couldn't offer up my commode yet. The turkey and stuffing wasn't finished pouring out of my ass. By the time I was done, he was either outside shitting in the bushes or someone offered up their respective toilet. I'm used to children voicing their desperation when the poop gods make their demands, but it was the first time that I heard a grown man getting seriously angry because he had to shit so bad. I'm glad he didn't notice me laughing behind the stall door. He probably could've taken me and my toilet pretty easily.

Hey, ThreePly, don't forget to tell us that 'I Doo' honeymoon/wedding story. I also think that you and Mudd have defined a new term for Toiletreader's Shitster's: stall-pacing (in the manner of a tiger). I have done it here and there, waiting for an opening. It doesn't seem funny at all while you're pacing or stewing like the expectant father you are, but after you've done the deed and once again entered the Land of Ahhhs, it gets funny again. Nothing like hindsight, huh? Pun intended!

It's in the works TBW. I should have it fully scripted for next week, but I don't know how long it will be or even if it graces the front page of PoopReport. I'll at least submit it to the forums so keep your eyes peeled.

Like most people on PR, I don't like The_Shitman.

But I was given so many breaks by Dave, I could never deny his return.

I realy enjoyed the story. I feel people need to fecaly express them selfs more often as to8ilet paper can join the realm of fecal art. BTW to all who hate me please note I think you are funny. Of course so do the janiters in the USA and especialy in Portland Oregon and Salem.

Please note people that feces is an art, my question is this. If I smell my own fecal defacation and someone else smells it do they smell the same exact thing? I want to say no because our oder sence of our own fecal mess is a part of us, Just as we see our selfs different than others, I feel our own feces is a part of us and thus we smell it differently as others do. If you want to find out just rub a dabble on the wall amnd watch people sniff it.

Please have a great day, Dave please don't go baning me again from the forums, I am going to try to be more with the end crowd, ofcourse I will also try to tone down my fecal art talk on the forums,.

later gater

If you want it on the front page, I wouldn't submit it to the forums. It's my expereince that people start complaining (what a surprise) when forums posts go on the front page. So one or the other, i guess...

TWB - you are right, I can drop a load anywhere and I am a true Shameless Shitter. I guess when I am shrouded in the comfort of the stalls - I am shameless.

How do you know the guy waiting would have helped you if the tables were turned? It's kille or be killed!

Reminds me of the fierey crap I took at work. As soon as I was done and found no TP, I put new rolls in the stalls. I was a grocery sacker with 3 bosses getting me to handle tasks other than add TP. I decided that "I needed to save everybody elses ass."

You did nothing wrong. In the game of life, it's every man (or woman) for himself (or herself).

Hey, it's not gonna kill ya to inform the staff that there's a dire need for poopy paper in the crapper. It's not like you would've had to deliver the bathroom stationery personally. Shameless shitters have to stick together, y'know?

Lady Ballbuster, as mentioned in my story, I carry the burden of not helping a fellow shitter to this day. I feel bad enough!

I would have told the guy on the toilet that I would tell the staff that toilet paper was needed. I would then have told one of the staff that a guy was on the toilet and in need of toilet paper. Problem solved.

Shoot...i thought this was going to be about a Glory Hole!! Like...you shot a turd through the glory hole when some guy wanted to suck you off or something

Well, Mudd, since you felt compelled to make a pilgrimage to the PR confessional, I think you can be forgiven for your sins...provided you learned from the experience, and don't leave somebody TP-less again in the future. ;)

Lady Ballbuster - thank you for forgiveness, I now live in fear it will happen to me one day.

it's bad krapper karma

I wish I had a nickel for every time I entered a stall, pulled down my pants and discovered ... to my horror, and far too late ... that the last bitch on the throne had drained off the toilet paper and failed to replace it. It is infuriating! To most of you reading this (i.e., MEN), finding no toilet paper in the stall isn't often a big deal, especially if you're just taking a leak. But it is always a big deal to women, who need toilet paper every damn time. It's too late now for the one unfortunate, tortured soul who followed Mudd into the can on that fateful day, but let this be a lesson in courtesy to the rest of us: if you use up the last of the toilet paper, do something about it! Don't just leave!

keep on poop'n

please remove my name off of your mail list
thanks

First, to Mrs. Shameless: I respectfully take exception to your broad generalization...pun intended...of the entire class of male human. True, there are those of us that are crass bastards, blissfully devoid of any sense of fair play, much less chivalry, but not all...and I might venture to postulate, quid 'poo' quo, that there are a fair handful of your glorious gender that don't deserve the courtesy of putting the seat down. I was a janitor while in college, and while the men's areas were disheartening, the women's trash chute and bathrooms were horrifying. That being said, not all women are that way, either. I have forgotten to lower the seat only once in the last twenty years. I was chagrined, to say the least. So, please...castigate the modern world and its acolytes to asinine behavior. Don't take the cheap route of poohpoohing the easy half of our population.
Thank you veddy much.
Now, to Señor Mudd: duuuuuuude.....c'mon! Give the poor bastid a break! Wipe and let wipe, I say.

A man enters a stall, drops his pants and unburdens his colon when he sees to his horror and dismay the TP roll is but a bare cardboard tube. He sees a pair of brogues on the floor in the stall next to him so he taps on the partition and asks if his shitting neighbor would be kind enough to pass him some TP under the partition. He's informed there is just enough TP for one. "Perhaps you are reading a newspaper, could you pass it under when you are done?" No newspaper. "Maybe your reading a magazine, could I have it when you are through?" "Sorry buddy, I don't have a magazine either." A few trobled minutes pass as the hapless shitter taps on the partition and asks, "Have you got two 5's for a 10?"

Dude i remember you youll get your day you son of -----

Man, I would feel guilty, too. And how can you leave a rude message for the next person if there is no toilet paper left?

the dao of poo - have you ever wondered why women don't put the seat back up when they're done? At least they then know it hasn't been blessed with a holy sprinkle.

Something like this happened to me once exept all the crappers were taken and we were taking a quick stop at a gas station so i quickly took a shit in the urinal and got the hell out of there. When my dad got back to the car he asked if i did it and i told him the truth for once. He told me that there was this guy about to take a piss then he noticed the shit and let his penis get half the dude next to him wet. We laughed for atleast five minutes stait.

For the record.. I am one of the very few women who always remember to put the lid back UP when using the toilet in a male-dominated house! At home there is a larger women to men ratio so it's only fair I leave it down... but if I go to a guy's house I always leave the bathroom in the same condition I found it! This has worked in my favour as several guys I have dated have returned the favour and learnt to put the lid back down when they come to my place! So to any women reading this... lead by example!

I would feel a bit guilty but, the toilet paper roll should have been replaced by whoever tended to the restroom.
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It's not nice to fool mother nature.