About 12 years ago, the ex-Mrs. GM was the Maid of Honor for her childhood friend who was, like her new husband, devoutly religious. Both the wedding AND the reception were held in the church, with nary a drop of booze to be found. It was, without a doubt, the worst wedding experience I've ever had. The ceremony was excruciatingly long and the reception was my personal version of hell. To top it all off, I didn't know a soul there. I can usually work a room pretty well, but these people....they were like aliens. Nothing I said earned so much as a smile. And to make matters even worse, I was battling a horrendous hangover from the night before, was oozing booze, dying for a drink and, oh yeah....my stomach was an absolute mess.
Midway through the reception, a violent storm hits my lower intestines and disaster is imminent. I rush to the only bathroom I can find and as I open the door, a flock of giggling little boys come darting out. Great, they probably pissed all over the seat or took a dump in the sink. Whatever, I gotta go. Well, I quickly realized what was so funny. These little turds locked all the bathroom stalls and slithered out underneath them. As the poo sweats trickled down my face, I knew there was no time to try and find a new bathroom in a strange church. So I had to army crawl my way through god knows what was on the bathroom floor under the stall door. As I'm about halfway through, another man walks in and says "OH MY GOD, ARE YOU OKAY?"....I guess he thought I was a dead body on the floor or something. I briefly answered him with an incoherent mumble, stood, turned, dropped and absolutely unloaded. I didn't even have time to inspect the seat, wipe it down or use an asssshat, which I do about 99.99999% of the time.
After I was done, I begged the ex to go home, but she had to stay for pictures. The poor dude who walked in behind me must have spotted me as he saw my clothes slinking under the stall and probably told his entire table about the destruction I brought to his ears, nose and church's toilet.