That new Shell station on hwy 12 at 25 intersection. Leaving the Rkansas game last year. I had to go BAD. Pulled into parking lot thinking what a nice place. Thankfully no line for the men's restroom so I swiftly entered and locked the door. 'It' was turtle-heading. Couldn't make it stop. I got to sit on seat and someone had sh*t all over it. Like, in the movies when someone gets shot and blood spatters everywhere. Except this was an explosion of brown. By that time it was too late, the dam was breaking. I frantically reach for the toilet paper roll to begin some sort of cleaning of the seat. Much to my chagrin, there is none! So, I did what every man in my shoes would've done: I took off my brand new whit le MSU logo'd alumni shirt that I purchased a few hours before at Barnes and Noble and wiped as much of the crap off the toilet seat as I could. No telling how much of it was on my hands. Yes itvsmelled about like how you think it would. The whole scene lasted about 10 seconds, but felt like a lifetime. Finally after making my deposit, and wiping my arse with my soiled new shirt, I go to wash my hands, and the soap dispenser and paper towel holder are empty. So now I have my **** AND someone else's on my hands.
Thankfully I was wearing a plain white t-shirt underneath. When I got back to the car, my wife noticed how shaken I was. Ended up going to academy sports to clean myself up and purchase cleaning wipes to sanitize the steering wheel so I could drive 3 hours home with some dignity.