I have been analyzing Doinkers comments for the past year, I'm convinced that he has a 6 sided die with the following options that he rolls before he reads a story.

Side 1: Story is good, comment positively
Side 2: Story is just okay - tell them its not good
Side 3: Story is weak - I've had better experiences with shit on my dick
Side 4: Story is worthless - Insult writer and tell them they are worthless.
Side 5: Story is obviously Fake - Tell them their lying!
Side 6: Story is worse than spiled Feta Cheese, lambast the storyteller, their family, their dog and call them fat.

Some great varying opinions here. My take on it is this:

In the 2000 Census Manhattan (22.96 sq. Miles) had a population of 1,537,195 (per wikipedia).

Per this guy "http://www.starbuckseverywhere.net/NewYorkCity.htm" there are 158 stores in manhattan alone.

Now lets pretend 1 in 100 people get the mad shits away from home and need an emergency stop. Thats 15,370 emergency shits in manhattan/day. (assuming tourists dont exist, and we all know travellers diahrhea sucks ass).

Now if everyone shits at Starbucks (aside from the fact they'd be really fulla shit) thats 97.3 emergency shits per day per store. Could your home shitter handle 97.3 assplosions (not counting regular shits) a day!?!?!

1) Shame on the facility for "propping the door open", thats most likely just a lazy employee trying to make their life easier.

2) I've had the mad shits before, and any port in a storm (especially a shitstorm) is going to be justified in your eyes at the time of the deed.

3) Customer service jobs suck and I am not saying you deserved to be treated in the fashion you were. But if the manager guy had been dealing with 1000 manhattaners (enough to make me go ballistic) for the last few hours, I have some empathy for him.

One time when I worked at the groecery store, the city shut off all its water and the manager locked all the restrooms in the building so crap wouldnt pile up. Some poor lady that needed to shit came in and just lay by the door shaking, trying to hold it in. She saw me and begged me to open the door. I told her I didnt have the key and went and told my manager. He wanted me to tell the lady she was shit out of luck pretty much. I felt so bad for her that I told him i couldn't do that and he went to talk to her.

About 5 minutes later I heard a page for "Joe to customer service with a Mop and Bucket" followed by "James please page line 7".

The poor lady had shat herself by the restroom when he wouldnt open the door and Joe couldnt get a "mop and bucket" cuz there was no water to fill the bucket!

Long story short he had to clean it up with paper towels and bleach.

I haven't ever felt such empathy as someone as in that moment when i truly appreciated the suffering the lady was going through. Poor woman.

You know....theres a website called stdmatch.com, for matching people that have the same venereal disease so they can enjoy a partner without worring about "catching a new disease". I wonder, why is ther not an ibsmatch.com or some such thing so that two IBS sufferrers can find/associate with one another who would be completely understanding?