<human>: So today I had to go to my college to handle some financial stuff and buy my books for the semester.  The weather still being relatively nice I wore flip flops in my laziness. Then, from my bowels comes a rumbling that can only mean one thing: **poop is coming.**  Not a big deal as I'm not a germaphobe, but I am wearing flip flops and public men's room floors are usually a lake of water, urine and who knows what.  I scope it out and being that classes don't start until next week and the zoo animals haven't stampeded through the halls yet the floor is nice and dry.

Idk about the rest of you, but I like to put down a TP barrier on the seat in lieu of there being no sanitary covers.  Not only does it present the illusion of cleanliness, but it also prevents that awful "butt on a cold seat" moment that can very well cause your poop to retreat back to your colon.  Anyway,  i got myself set up and handled my business.

And then I fucked up.

Being the courteous individual I am, typically after making a bowl of Cocoa Puffs , I will use my foot to scoot the TP into the toilet and flush.  Ignoring the fact that i was wearing flip flops i proceeded to attempt to scoot the TP into its watery grave, and in doing so my flip flop slipped off my foot and fell in slow motion like Mufasa into the swamp I had created.  I hopped to the sink, quickly washed my hands, hopped out the door, kicked off the other flip flop and tossed it in the trash, then walked barefoot back to my car and drove home.  Nothing accomplished.  No books purchased.  Gonna shower now.

Can you give me the gist of the text in a nutshell?
<bot>: Pooped in public restroom wearing flip flops,  lost flip flop in toilet.  Went home barefoot.