This happened to me last summer: had a last minute attack of single serving irritable bowel syndrome at the grocery store, so I booked it to the men's room. Take the open stall, and drop trou. From the other stall a friendly voice: "I think that one's out of paper, bro." I check, and restroom bro is right. "Crap," I say, "I'm already committed." The Brown Wave was upon me. Hear restroom bro wash his hands and leave. I'm sitting there, contemplating the unpleasant vista of swamp ass stretching out before me, knowing that my own private bog of eternal stench has no Bowie Goblin King at the end of the road, when the door opens and as employee says "I'm told you need paper," and hands a roll under the door.
Thanks, restroom bros everywhere. You are truly angels walking among us.
tss1102 on February 6th, 2018 at 00:42 UTC »
That piece of paper won’t be enough though
Trillsweatshirt on February 6th, 2018 at 01:27 UTC »
I think it’s actually to prevent toilet paper from entering the stall
borisdidnothingwrong on February 6th, 2018 at 03:38 UTC »
This happened to me last summer: had a last minute attack of single serving irritable bowel syndrome at the grocery store, so I booked it to the men's room. Take the open stall, and drop trou. From the other stall a friendly voice: "I think that one's out of paper, bro." I check, and restroom bro is right. "Crap," I say, "I'm already committed." The Brown Wave was upon me. Hear restroom bro wash his hands and leave. I'm sitting there, contemplating the unpleasant vista of swamp ass stretching out before me, knowing that my own private bog of eternal stench has no Bowie Goblin King at the end of the road, when the door opens and as employee says "I'm told you need paper," and hands a roll under the door.
Thanks, restroom bros everywhere. You are truly angels walking among us.