Well it starts like this. This just happened in March:
I got up early and left the house quickly, so I'm heading out to look at houses for sale.
I grab a cup of coffee and I'm driving. I look at a few and I'm starting to feel the coffee take effect.
I pull up to a house and I don't see anyone there. I decide to leave and then the urge hits me strong. Right there my butt checks clinch up tighter then a mummy’s tome.
I go back to the door, this time I notice it's open a bit. So I knock, once, twice, three times no answer. I push the door open a bit and call out "ANY ONE HERE" again no answer. I notice a business card on the table, real estate office of some kind. I figure hell I’m going in.
I run to the toilet and drop my pants and barely get sited and BOOM it comes out like a GD mud slid; it hits the side of the bowl. One of these low fluid bowls, a little water on the bottom. I get up and wipe, look down and see this mud slide on the side of the bowl, I say screw it I gone. I left that place with the stink of a dead animal and bowl full. As I pull out of the driveway I notice a sign, OPEN HOUSE 1:00 PM. I look at my watch its 12:15.
I wish I saw the look on the agents face when they found that mess waiting for them.
They must have thought the owners left it.