On a Sunday afternoon following a night of drinking, me and 3 friends decided to hit up an all-you-can-eat Indian buffet. About 15 minutes into eating, everyone’s stomach started churning and we all got really uncomfortable and sweaty. It hit my female friend first. She got up and RAN to the bathroom. Not 3 minutes later, it happened to me. It was an absolute emergency with seconds left before go time, so I dashed to the restaurant restrooms at a sprint and knocked into a waiter in the process. My friend was already blowing up the women’s bathroom, so my only option was the men’s. I opened the door to find a plumber tending to an already overflown toilet. What did I do? I knocked on the women’s bathroom door and yelled “LET ME IN LET ME IN!!” Until she opened the door, and then “GET OUT GET OUT!” She didn’t have time to wash her hands or zip her pants. I spent 20 minutes on that toilet, and to this day it was the worst 20 minutes of my life. Between her shit and mine, we filled the toilet up to the brim. When I returned to our table, my other two friends were clutching their stomachs and clearly about to shit their pants as well. The problem? Every toilet in the restaurant had been clogged by massive amounts of poo. We threw money down on the table and drove home like we were in a high speed car chase. I’m happy to report they both made it to a toilet in time, and my friend finally got to wash her hands.