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teedubya · 11-01-2013, 09:53 PM

Just over halfway through the flight, all the coffee in my stomach feels like it's percolating its way down into my lower intestine. I hunker down and try and focus on other things. What feels like an hour, but probably isn't more than twenty minutes, passes. We then enter what turns out to be pretty violent turbulence. With each bounce, I have to fight my body, trying not to shit my pants. "Thirty minutes to landing, maybe forty five" I try and tell myself, each jostle a gamble I can't afford to lose. I signal to [the flight attendant] and she heads toward me.

"Excuse me, where is the bathroom, because I don't see a door?" I ask while still devoting considerable energy to fighting off what starts to feel like someone shook a seltzer bottle and shoved it up my ass. She looks at me, bemused, and says, "Well, we don't really have one per se." She continues, "Technically, we have one, but it's really just for emergencies. Don't worry, we're landing shortly anyway."

"I'm pretty sure this qualifies as an emergency," I manage to mutter through my grimace. I can see the fear in her face as she points nervously to the back seat. The turbulence outside is matched only by the cyclone that is ravaging my bowels. She points to the back of the plane and says, "There. The toilet is there." For a brief instant, relief passes over my face. She continues, "If you pull away the leather cushion from that seat, it's under there. There's a small privacy screen that pulls up around it, but that's it." At this point, I was committed. She had just lit the dynamite and the mine shaft was set to blow.

I turn to look where she is pointing and I get the urge to cry. I do cry, but my face is so tightly clenched it makes no difference. The "toilet" seat is occupied by the CFO, i.e. our ****ing client. Our ****ing female ****ing client!

Up to this point, nobody has observed my struggle or my exchange with the flight attendant. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." That's all I can say as I limp toward her like Quasimodo impersonating a penguin, and begin my explanation. Of course, as soon as my competitors see me talking to the CFO, they all perk up to find out what the hell I'm doing.

Given my jovial nature and fun-loving attitude thus far on the roadshow, almost everybody thinks I'm joking. She, however, knows right away that I am anything but and jumps up, moving quickly to where I had been sitting. I now had to remove the seat top – no easy task when you can barely stand upright, are getting tossed around like a hoodrat at a block party, and are fighting against a gastrointestinal Mt. Vesuvius.

I manage to peel back the leather seat top to find a rather luxurious looking commode, with a nice cherry or walnut frame. It had obviously never been used, ever. Why this moment of clarity came to me, I do not know. Perhaps it was the realization that I was going to take this toilet's virginity with a fury and savagery that was an abomination to its delicate craftsmanship and quality. I imagined some poor Italian carpenter weeping over the violently soiled remains of his once beautiful creation. The lament lasted only a second as I was quickly back to concentrating on the tiny muscle that stood between me and molten hot lava.

I reach down and pull up the privacy screens, with only seconds to spare before I erupt. It's an alka-seltzer bomb, nothing but air and liquid spraying out in all directions – a Jackson Pollock masterpiece. The pressure is now reversed. I feel like I'm going to have a stroke, I push so hard to end the relief, the tormented sublime relief.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." My apologies do nothing to drown out the heinous noises that seem to carry on and reverberate throughout the small cabin indefinitely. If that's not bad enough, I have one more major problem. The privacy screen stops right around shoulder level. I am sitting there, a disembodied head, in the back of the plane, on a bucking bronco for a toilet, all while looking my colleagues, competitors, and clients directly in the eyes. "Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!" briefly comes to mind.

I literally could reach out with my left hand and rest it on the shoulder of the person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.

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**Baby Lee** · 11-01-2013, 11:00 PM

I have a good one, it consists of a sudden urge in a public place where the only restroom turned out to be already clogged. The worst part was that it WASN'T a watery spew, so it started piling up on top of the clogging predecessors, so I'm playing poo Tetris on level 10. Hovering was an absolute must.

Valiant · 11-01-2013, 11:05 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Baby Lee

I have a good one, it consists of a sudden urge in a public place where the only restroom turned out to be already clogged. The worst part was that it WASN'T a watery spew, so it started piling up on top of the clogging predecessors, so I'm playing poo Tetris on level 10. Hovering was an absolute must.

I have done that in a few port a potties, it is also the reason I keep receipts in my wallet.. good backup toilet paper for when people piss on the other paper..

eDave · 11-01-2013, 11:19 PM

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Originally Posted by Valiant

I have done that in a few port a potties, it is also the reason I keep receipts in my wallet.. good backup toilet paper for when people piss on the other paper..

Ouch. I have 2 tissues folded up in mine. Dad taught me that. Thanks Pops!

Also, never pass up an opportunity to take a piss or a shit. Thanks Pops!

Dayze · 11-02-2013, 02:48 AM

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"

I read that as if it were a story TW had gone though. Then I saw the link, and was sad it wasn't.

**007** · 11-02-2013, 03:01 AM

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Originally Posted by Dayze

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"

I read that as if it were a story TW had gone though. Then I saw the link, and was sad it wasn't.

Yep. I read the whole thing seeing his face behind the curtain. Hos disappointing.

**bevischief** · 11-02-2013, 04:44 AM

What the hell did you eat because I don't want to eat there?

**Mr. Flopnuts** · 11-02-2013, 05:12 AM

This is a Q. It was originally posted in the Goldman Sachs Elevator Man twitter thread. Here, here it is. Post 40. I laughed over that ****ing thing for days.

http://www.chiefsplanet.com/BB/showthread.php?t=254956

**Fire Me Boy!** · 11-02-2013, 05:29 AM

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Originally Posted by cosmo20002

The plane didn't have a restroom? WTF?

Anyway, I think I'd rather shit myself than use the crapper on a plane.

By the sounds of it, it was a relatively small private plane. But even the 9-seat Learjet my company has has a dedicated bathroon with a door.

KCUnited · 11-02-2013, 07:30 AM

Shout out to Kendrell Bell.

Pasta Little Brioni · 11-02-2013, 07:32 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Baby Lee

I have a good one, it consists of a sudden urge in a public place where the only restroom turned out to be already clogged. The worst part was that it WASN'T a watery spew, so it started piling up on top of the clogging predecessors, so I'm playing poo Tetris on level 10. Hovering was an absolute must.

I've seen people use the trashcans and sink as a backup pooper in that scenerio...gross.

BlackHelicopters · 11-02-2013, 07:45 AM

Shitty thread.

CoMoChief · 11-02-2013, 07:50 AM

What was this like some commuter turbo prop plane or something? Perhaps it was something similar to what the Cleveland Indians rode on in Major League? Ive never been on a jetliner that didnt have a bathroom. Most boeing 7727s and 737s have them.

Pasta Little Brioni · 11-02-2013, 08:01 AM

So, they placed the CFO on top of a pooper

Sure-Oz · 11-02-2013, 08:07 AM

Hilarious....thats a nightmare...no toilet on a plane. Its a trap

NewChief · 11-02-2013, 08:10 AM

My worst one was on the isle of Crete when I was backpacking. I refused to go in the shit-spattered hole in the ground that passed for public toilet in the town. I went out to the public beach, tried to get back in the scrub and dig a hole to shit in some semblance of sanitary, natural conditions. I must not have shit for like 3 days, because I completely filled up the hole. I look up from what I thought was my place of privacy, and there's basically an overlook full of people watching me take the shit of my life.

11-01-2013, 09:53 PM
teedubya Most Valuable Poster Join Date: Oct 2003 Casino cash: $9480002	The Most Embarrassing Plane-Pooping Story Ever? Just over halfway through the flight, all the coffee in my stomach feels like it's percolating its way down into my lower intestine. I hunker down and try and focus on other things. What feels like an hour, but probably isn't more than twenty minutes, passes. We then enter what turns out to be pretty violent turbulence. With each bounce, I have to fight my body, trying not to shit my pants. "Thirty minutes to landing, maybe forty five" I try and tell myself, each jostle a gamble I can't afford to lose. I signal to [the flight attendant] and she heads toward me. "Excuse me, where is the bathroom, because I don't see a door?" I ask while still devoting considerable energy to fighting off what starts to feel like someone shook a seltzer bottle and shoved it up my ass. She looks at me, bemused, and says, "Well, we don't really have one per se." She continues, "Technically, we have one, but it's really just for emergencies. Don't worry, we're landing shortly anyway." "I'm pretty sure this qualifies as an emergency," I manage to mutter through my grimace. I can see the fear in her face as she points nervously to the back seat. The turbulence outside is matched only by the cyclone that is ravaging my bowels. She points to the back of the plane and says, "There. The toilet is there." For a brief instant, relief passes over my face. She continues, "If you pull away the leather cushion from that seat, it's under there. There's a small privacy screen that pulls up around it, but that's it." At this point, I was committed. She had just lit the dynamite and the mine shaft was set to blow. I turn to look where she is pointing and I get the urge to cry. I do cry, but my face is so tightly clenched it makes no difference. The "toilet" seat is occupied by the CFO, i.e. our **ing client. Our ing female **ing client! Up to this point, nobody has observed my struggle or my exchange with the flight attendant. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." That's all I can say as I limp toward her like Quasimodo impersonating a penguin, and begin my explanation. Of course, as soon as my competitors see me talking to the CFO, they all perk up to find out what the hell I'm doing. Given my jovial nature and fun-loving attitude thus far on the roadshow, almost everybody thinks I'm joking. She, however, knows right away that I am anything but and jumps up, moving quickly to where I had been sitting. I now had to remove the seat top – no easy task when you can barely stand upright, are getting tossed around like a hoodrat at a block party, and are fighting against a gastrointestinal Mt. Vesuvius. I manage to peel back the leather seat top to find a rather luxurious looking commode, with a nice cherry or walnut frame. It had obviously never been used, ever. Why this moment of clarity came to me, I do not know. Perhaps it was the realization that I was going to take this toilet's virginity with a fury and savagery that was an abomination to its delicate craftsmanship and quality. I imagined some poor Italian carpenter weeping over the violently soiled remains of his once beautiful creation. The lament lasted only a second as I was quickly back to concentrating on the tiny muscle that stood between me and molten hot lava. I reach down and pull up the privacy screens, with only seconds to spare before I erupt. It's an alka-seltzer bomb, nothing but air and liquid spraying out in all directions – a Jackson Pollock masterpiece. The pressure is now reversed. I feel like I'm going to have a stroke, I push so hard to end the relief, the tormented sublime relief. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." My apologies do nothing to drown out the heinous noises that seem to carry on and reverberate throughout the small cabin indefinitely. If that's not bad enough, I have one more major problem. The privacy screen stops right around shoulder level. I am sitting there, a disembodied head, in the back of the plane, on a bucking bronco for a toilet, all while looking my colleagues, competitors, and clients directly in the eyes. "Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!" briefly comes to mind. I literally could reach out with my left hand and rest it on the shoulder of the person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered. http://jalopnik.com/this-is-the-most...ver-1456846301
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NewChief In Search of a Life Join Date: Aug 2001 Location: Fayetteville, AR Casino cash: $9710204	My worst one was on the isle of Crete when I was backpacking. I refused to go in the shit-spattered hole in the ground that passed for public toilet in the town. I went out to the public beach, tried to get back in the scrub and dig a hole to shit in some semblance of sanitary, natural conditions. I must not have shit for like 3 days, because I completely filled up the hole. I look up from what I thought was my place of privacy, and there's basically an overlook full of people watching me take the shit of my life. __________________ In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican. - H. L. Mencken
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