About a month ago, we made a dinner trip to Grimaldi's, a pizza place over in Allen. Pretty nice place, wood-fired pizzas and stuff. It was a Saturday night and coincidentally Allen HS Homecoming so the whole area was packed and hella crowded and there was about a 90 minute wait. We were meeting others so we hung out at the coffee shop next door. I got a latte of some kind served in one of those big-ass ceramic soup-sized bowls that real coffee houses like to use. It was good. Eventually our table was ready at the restaurant so we went back over there and sat, ordered, etc. While waiting for the food, that latte worked up something awful within me. I did the usual shuffle in my seat to try to keep things at bay but that just wasn't gonna work. I had an emergency brewing. I excused myself and went to the men's room. This men's room is one of those worst nightmares in an emergency situation. There's a door, which is lockable, and a single room with a toilet and a sink. If you're gonna be in there a while, there's eventually gonna be a line outside and everyone's gonna know what you were up to in there. The key here is to get in and get out as quickly as possible. I locked the door, dropped trou, and upon sitting the diarrhea cannon fired a major volley. Fuck. Wrong room for this kind development. I really needed a stall where I could work this out over time and through several rounds. Naturally, as soon as the smoke cleared, someone appeared at the door and tested the knob to try to get in. Fortunately, the lock held, but the line was already forming outside. I made the quick decision to wipe, flush, wash up, and get the fuck out of there. It was probably the fastest I've ever had a complete diarrhea, but that's unverified. The rest of the evening went without incident, but I do not like the single room public shitter. Would not poop there again, unless it's an emergency.
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