Found myself with an urgent need to **** whilst on a train layover today. I had to fight the wrong way through throngs of commuters to find a restroom. Of course it was ocupado. As the bathroom was tiny I decided to wait in the hallway. During my wait I contemplated what one would do if they violently soiled themselves two train routes and a mile walk from their hotel. Finally the dude taking up the stall came out. He clearly had not made it to the ****ter in time, there were obvious **** stains running down his pants. He ran down the hallway holding the backside of his soiled pants away from his body and started shouting at one of the train station workers. I had no idea what he was saying but I guess it was a cry for help. As Japanese society typically follows strict ceremonial procedure I can only assume that there was a group of cleaning ladies that came out, washed him off and crafted a fresh pair of trousers for him.
I sweated through all my clothes trying to control my bowels, but I luckily made it to the ****ter on time. I was lucky but a valuable lesson was learned: If you **** yourself in Japan, shout for help and all will be well.
I sweated through all my clothes trying to control my bowels, but I luckily made it to the ****ter on time. I was lucky but a valuable lesson was learned: If you **** yourself in Japan, shout for help and all will be well.
