That awkward moment when you have to crap and every stall is filled.Or worse... when you have to crap and your in a stadium. I had to go in the Carrier Dome in Syracuse once, and I'm pretty sure what I did actually made the stall cleaner.
ohhh i see - fly's one of those choosy mothers who usta buy jif.
i'd rather give birth at home than visit some of the places recently described.
I don't think you would have liked the old WWII barracks then, Catfish. Those didn't even have stalls. The scene in Stripes when Sgt Hulka punches Winger is accurate.
and lately-been going to bars with no doors on the stalls? how can you take a dump in peace then? the door isn't cutting into your bar space. jeez.!