So, Chad FuckingBerry owns an electrical company. Good guy, great with the kids. He was my son's coach for 4 season's.
Anyway, one time on a Saturday afternoon, I'm out at the fields watching my older son play and my stomach hurts. I gots the diarrhea. I go over to the hot concrete shithouse in mid NC summer and let loose a firestorm in the terlit. I stink the place up! There's a knock on the door. I hear a man and his boy...
Long story short, it's Chad with his son to come replace the fart sucker fan in the ceiling. Dude looks over the stall door where I'm sweating bullets on the pot and says, "Sorry!" I said, 'I'll be right out' and wiped my asshole, flushed and faced my younger son's coach on the way out.
It was an uncomfortable situation.