Makes me feel like poor Charlie Brown and that damn football. THIS time it will be different. THIS time I'll get it right. But it just never happens. Lucy is always there, in the form of a floating turd, laughing and mocking me for failing yet again. I just don't understand it.
Of course I don't STAY in that stall. I back out as fast as my wheels will move, gagging and clutching at my throat. Then I wonder how far away the previous occupant was able to get before they died right on the spot. To be able to emit a stench so strong could ONLY mean their insides have rotted completely away. Doubt they had more than 10 minutes of life left in them. So gross.