I was in San Jose for a sharks play off game a couple months ago. Decided I didn't want to take the train back so I started heading to a little bar down the street to have a few while the surge pricing subsided. About the time I get there my gut starts bubbling. All of a sudden I feel I'm going to pop. It's an hour lyft to home if the lyft showed up instantly. Not gonna make it. Go into the bar. Go into the bathroom.
It's a narrow room. Maybe 5 by 15 with a troft style urinal and at the end a toilet with a saloon style swinging door, no lock and slits you can see through.
Fuck. I really need to go. I plop down and hope I can finish before anyone else enters. Almost immediately two dudes enter but either don't notice or act like they don't.
So far so good. But then a guy walks in and is just staring at me like wtf are you doing and I drunkenly stammer "this is awkward but probably not as awkward as shifting myself". He kinda laughed took a piss and left.
It was then time to make my escape. I left the restroom and headed towards outside thinking I'd have a smoke and come in like nothing happened.
The guy who was staring stopped me on my way and bought some shots. His toast was "good for you, I'd have probably shit myself".
Moral of the story. Shit in public and get free drinks.
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