I’m going to admit to one now.
Many moons ago my parents owned a house they rented out. Occasionally I would stop by on my way to college to pick up the mail or collect rent or meet workmen for jobs that needed doing. Anyway one day I stopped by the house. Usually when I stopped by I’d wait to be let in by the tenant (you know because I thought it was rude to just let myself in).
However one day I went round my IBS was playing up. Now I’m sure that anyone who has IBS will tell you that when you have to go you have to go, there is no waiting around or holding it in. It’s going to come out. Anyway, I knocked on the door. No answer. Starting to panic I feel the only option is to let myself in, go to the loo and if anyone catches me I’ll apologise profusely and buy them some more lol roll.
So I go in, rush to the loo and do my business. Unfortunately very messy and I use lots of loo roll but all contained within the bowl etc.
That’s when I discover there’s no water in the tank, I can’t flush the damn toilet. I think about filling a bucket up with water and washing it that way. However no bucket and much to my horror no water either. That’s when I remember the water was shut off for the workmen because they were going to be doing some work that day.
I didn’t know how the hell to turn the water back on so I did the next best thing and slink out of the house in an embarrassed state, to hide around the corner to wait for the workmen, leaving my business for someone else to discover. Which they did. My mum got a phone call several hours later about a phantom pooper.
Yes I blamed it on the workmen!