I was greeted by this terse, yet informative sign in the men’s room:
Did I mention, this was the only stall in there, and it was out of order? Luckily I wasn’t there to take care of any serious post-meal business. Nonetheless I can only imagine the sense of panic or even all-out fear of the poor lad who really, really had to go: the meal was bad enough on the way in, and now you can’t let it out.
Talk about a shock that’s enough to make you shit yourself and … lo and behold, double-whammy.
(A pint for the first one among you to catch the title’s reference.)
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June 6th, 2008 at 07:16:00
The post title is about as clever as a restaurant that makes a young man wait to shit. Of course, given the presumed cleanliness of the bog from the photo, I think all parties would do better to wait until they got home.