I had a tattoo appointment not to long ago to get more work done on my back. My stomach decided it wanted to get unsettled while I was getting it done. I just kinda waited it out until my artist was ready to take a break, then I darted to the bathroom. After doing my business, I managed to clog the toilet. While I was unclogging it another customer came in so I know they heard me unclogging it. Finished up, had to sit there and wait until my artist was done setting up his appointment with the walk in, but that's business so I didn't mind. Except by the time he was done, I had to take a shit again. Fast forward- I clogged it... Again. Fast forward- Got that situation settled. Went to go sit down in the chair, and my stomach, once again, is killing me. I paid him for an hour cause that's what he managed to work on it, gave him an extra $10 for a tip/inconvenience fee, and drove home as fast as I could. Thought I was gonna get pulled over at one point, luckily I didn't. And now I'm at home, on the toilet... And now my stomach is fine. Guess I finished at the shop but my stomach disagreed. [spoiler]TL;DR- Dropping a deuce has been extremely inconvenient for me.[/spoiler] Feel free to post other stories with bad luck