<human>: This happened over a year ago and I am finally coming to terms with it. My senior year of high school I worked for a fancy steak restaurant in Washington DC as a "guest assistant" which is basically a glorified bus boy. The uniform was all black, convenient for most spills because nothing but white sticks out. Well I was in the middle of an 8 hour shift and my intestines gave me the ole "hey you won't be able to hold this until you get home". I had never gone #2 at work and wasn't really looking forward to it, I'm not too much of a public pooper. I realized this was beyond my control however and made my walk to the restroom. Thanks to my fear of butt germs I had the great idea: "why don't I just cover the seat in toilet paper!" So I did the deed and left the restroom, being sure to check on every table in the restaurant on the way back to the kitchen. When I get back to kitchen one of the cute servers came up to me and said something along the lines of "uhhhh you might want to check your butt". I look back and see that I have had a couple sheets of toilet paper flying behind me like the jolly roger of my sheer humiliation. I double check my butt every time I poop in public now.

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<bot>: Made a toilet paper lasagna but some stuck to my poop chute and I discovered there are things worse than butt germs.