This happened a few weeks ago but my soul still leaves my body when I think about it.
I was at a friend’s house for a get-together. Not a huge party, just 7–8 people, snacks, dumb games, and good vibes. After a while my stomach got triggered by some spicy snack and nature called, I asked for the bathroom, went in, and thought I locked the door.
Turns out, I didn’t.
I closed it, yes. But I didn’t twist the little lock thingy properly because I was too distracted trying to be fast and polite.
So there I am, peacefully doing my business, when suddenly the door swings open and my friend’s cousin, who I’d literally just met an hour ago walks in.
We locked eyes, I was seated and pants down.
Pure silence, no one moved.
Just deep, spiritual shame.
She screamed, I screamed sorry still don’t know why, I somehow kicked the door shut, and then just sat there contemplating existence.
When I came out, everyone knew. EVERYONE. Someone even offered me a bottle of water and said, “You okay, bro?” like I had just come back from war.
I stayed another 10 minutes for dignity’s sake, then faked a phone call and left.
Lesson learned: Always double check the damn lock. Twist. Tug. Test. Don’t trust your memory. Your dignity isn’t auto-saved, buddy. Save it manually.
TL;DR:
Went to a friend’s place, didn’t properly lock the bathroom door, got walked in on mid-poop by his cousin. Social life is now permanently in recovery mode.
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