... in my life.
The wife, child and I were visiting my grandmother-in-law in her retirement community. The community is a posh, wealthy apartment style living that caters to well-to-do people.
Anywho, our trip was going great until last night. After coming back to her retirement village from a fried chicken dinner, I had to use the restroom. Being a polite guest, I excused myself from her place and went to the public restroom downstairs. Everything was going normal, but then I had the bright idea to courtesy flush. Bad idea. As I was still in mid-dump I could feel the toilet water hit my balls. I knew I was in deep. I jumped up as if my butt touched a hot flame, and let out a big "Ahhhhh!" I pulled up my pants and sprinted out the bathroom, but that was as far as my plan went. Frantically, I ducked into the woman's restroom and took care of the rest of my business. As I was finishing up, I heard someone walk down the hall and go, "damnit, not again!" I got really quiet because I didn't want them to know I was in the adjoining bathroom. I was stone cold silent for five minutes trying to figure out a plan. Do I just run out of the bathroom and book it for the entrance? Do I tell them everything and apologize immensely? I was about as embarrassed as I could be. Finally, I grew enough balls to open the door and confess. Think about a hostage giving up and turning himself in. As I open the door, I look around and there is no one around and water pouring into the hallway. I kinda take a second look around, and hastily go to the elevator to go back to my gran's apartment. I got away with it but feel terrible about it. This morning they had a full-on cleaning crew for disaster relief from my dumpageddon.
The wife, child and I were visiting my grandmother-in-law in her retirement community. The community is a posh, wealthy apartment style living that caters to well-to-do people.
Anywho, our trip was going great until last night. After coming back to her retirement village from a fried chicken dinner, I had to use the restroom. Being a polite guest, I excused myself from her place and went to the public restroom downstairs. Everything was going normal, but then I had the bright idea to courtesy flush. Bad idea. As I was still in mid-dump I could feel the toilet water hit my balls. I knew I was in deep. I jumped up as if my butt touched a hot flame, and let out a big "Ahhhhh!" I pulled up my pants and sprinted out the bathroom, but that was as far as my plan went. Frantically, I ducked into the woman's restroom and took care of the rest of my business. As I was finishing up, I heard someone walk down the hall and go, "damnit, not again!" I got really quiet because I didn't want them to know I was in the adjoining bathroom. I was stone cold silent for five minutes trying to figure out a plan. Do I just run out of the bathroom and book it for the entrance? Do I tell them everything and apologize immensely? I was about as embarrassed as I could be. Finally, I grew enough balls to open the door and confess. Think about a hostage giving up and turning himself in. As I open the door, I look around and there is no one around and water pouring into the hallway. I kinda take a second look around, and hastily go to the elevator to go back to my gran's apartment. I got away with it but feel terrible about it. This morning they had a full-on cleaning crew for disaster relief from my dumpageddon.
