If this is your first visit to the Roth Army, be sure to
check out the FAQ by clicking the
link above. You may have to register
before you can post: click the register link above to proceed. To start viewing messages,
select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below.
WoW, My daughter and i just ate at Ryan's tonight. though here it is more of a buffet thing and i go nuts over the steaks.
Dude, I laughed, I cried, I totally felt your pain in this incident.
You dealt with the situation masterfully, and your wife is to be rewarded for her part in it all.
I had trouble reading it since i am still a tad bloated myself from stuffing myself silly earlier. I haven't vomitted in years, and this read almost trashed that record.
For the better half of 20 years i do not use public restrooms at all, this stems from a similar event to yours where i encountered someone elses mess that was so bad i expelled the entire contents of my stomach in projectile fashion, and in front of witnesses...it was the single most humiliating event in my life to that point, and i have never entered a public toilet since.
Oh, and i found your explanation of "The Move" to be spot on, it is a freakin art form to be applauded and admired.
Let me also add that you are 100% right about the handicap stalls.
The bars work great for power pushing, they're roomy as all get out and quite frankly, the crippled stall is the Cadillac of crappin stalls.
Dude, an awesome tale! I was partway thru the sad story, thinking to myself the only way it could be any worse was if there was no TP...and then I read further. No TP was the cherry on top of the steaming pile of shit sundae (with el vomito playing the part of whipped cream in this little drama). I would suggest taking the little lady out for a steak dinner for her help in your predicament, but the offer might not be taken seriously. Thanks for sharing!
Comment