Panic on the throne.
I'm a guy with a poor sense of direction.
Me, not exactly new to the job, have a righteous call to nature, so I flee to the restroom, jump into a stall, and launch my rockets. In walks another, chooses a stall next to mine and lets fly a thunderous piss which I thought was kind of odd because:
1) Men just cannot piss that hard.
2) I usually piss after dropping my bombs.
It was when the stall next to mine uttered "*ahem*" two octaves high for a normal male that I realized I was in the wrong room.

So I waited, and waited, and waited for the place to be empty, and then dashed out.

No one saw me. Also, girls are gross.
( I smash things in my sleep uruk-hai ...and I'll look low. Now where'd they go?, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 23:05, Reply)