Went to this ice cream place in Calgary and there was only one washroom (and it was unisex). L and I needed to go pretty badly after having a bunch of water and ice cream, but this fob girl beat us to the punch. She spend literally around 30 minutes in there and boy, we were going crazy. After 30 minutes, she finally walked out..
So I got up to go and she stared at me and started to smile and giggle wickedly. L and I stared at one another and said "Shit."
Once I walked into that washroom, the mucous lining of my lungs hardened. I felt my lungs disintegrating. The stench was the most pungent thing I've ever smelt, and I cannot translate it's atrocity to it's fullest extent in words.
So I did my business, and of course, the toilet was clogged after I pushed the toilet flush lever. I said fuck it and washed my hands and ran out of that washroom.
Oh that fob girl. I will never forget you. :twitch: