I'm standing in the doctors toilets, with no pants on, my shorts covered in shit, the most horrendous smell imaginable wafting through the bathroom and no way to tell my wife to come and help. I sat down on the can and waited.
10 minutes later, I can hear my wifes voice calling me. Help I yell. She pokes her head in and says 'FFWWWWOOOOOOAAARRR' and slams the door shut again. Now I forgot to mention, the doctors was arranged so that the consulting rooms are up one end, the toilets up the other and the waiting room in the middle. It was full, about 30 people. So a couple of minutes later my wife pokes her head in and says are you ok - the doctor is calling for me? I say no, I have no pants, they are covered in shit. She giggles and runs off, comes back 5 mins later with a white sheet and a plastic bag. I create myself a toga and put my shorts in the bag and do the walk of shame, in my sheet, plastic bag in hand past everyone in the waiting room, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
You poor bastard.
I've got tears rolling down my face from laughing so hard at your stinky and messy embarrasment.







) covered it with leaves and then head off back to the flat. I walked past the road a couple of days later and it smelt like someone had been left rotting there.