At first, I walked in and knew something was going down. The fragrance was strong. I looked at the only locked cubicle and saw two bare feet facing the toilet. I was concerned. But I really needed to pee so went to the cubicle furthest away and did what I did.
As I sat there (or hovered as I fear a UTI), the smell became even more... intoxicating, shall we say. I left the cubicle and it became even worse, permeating every corner of the bathroom. I was scared it would seep into my clothes and people would think I shat in my jacket. I washed my hands and heard the crinkling of a plastic bag from the cubicle. It was somewhat desperate sounding.
At that moment, I felt a very intense sadness for this poor lady (again, on the assumption she was having very terrible diarrhoea). The lack of shoes was the thing that really got me. What happened? Did she shit in her shoes? Did she shit her pants and it seeped into her shoes? Big Michelle hypothesized that her pants were too tight to take off without taking her shoes off. I enjoyed that one.
I still feel very sad for her and hope she managed to get out, go home and wash up without anything too embarrassing...
J
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