Interesting that this thread came back up... So, 2 weeks ago I order lunch from a taco truck, but sure enough it was probably not really fresh... By that evening I've already had to use the restroom twice, and just when I thought it'd subsided, it came back out of nowhere for a final pounding. So, since my friend was driving, I urgently told him to circle back to a restaurant that was still open at 11PM. However, he's very introverted and doesn't like to use restrooms unless he's a customer while I could care less, so he told me to go down the alley (too bad it's not car accessible) and go into that restaurant through the back, but it sucks that I didn't think of it while I could've just saved a ton of steps and go in through the front until I was halfway down the alley.
So, it was bad enough I had to walk past a couple that was making out and dry humping in a niche in the alley as if I was entering the
Ministry of Silly Walks (minus the bigger kicks in the first part of the video), everything prarie-dogging the entire way, then I finally make it there, and it's the weirdest phenomena of when you're near the toilet and it feels like your guts are going to empty itself STAT, so I rip my pants off like a prisoner who hasn't been with a woman in 20 years, then promptly sit on the toilet without looking and THANK GOD nobody pissed on the seat. Here comes the bad part:
When I tore it off, I not only snapped the button in half, I dislodged the zipper so instead of walking out the front door like nothing happened, and even worse? I was in a hurry since I overslept in the morning and didn't wear a belt. Instead of walking out the front like nothing happened, I had to do almost the same awkward walk going back down the alley instead trying to keep my pants up. And that, my friends, was my most recent most awkward moment.