Before I was laid off, I worked at a warehouse, where I tested wire harnesses.
The bathrooms where located in the break room. Both the Men's and women's rooms next to each other across from the tables and chairs. When you opened the door to the men's, you could see the stalls across from the doorway. The stall door always hung wide open, and wouldn't stay shut unless it was locked. Because of the angle of the stall doorway, it wouldn't stay in the closed position without something holding it in place.
The lock was another story, it was one of the ones that you turned, and a dead bolt would protrude into a hole to lock it in place. Only the dile you turn was missing from the the lock, leaving a gaping hole in the door that you could peek through. (Not that anyone would) So what you had to do to keep the door locked was manually put your finger on the mechanism that the dial would latch, and move the bolt into place to lock it.
The sink was across from the stall to the left where the door would open, so when the stall was open, anyone could see the toilet from the sink. And the men's room got crowded pretty quickly at break time.
One morning I had to really go about an hour before break, but had to wait until it was break time in which case I had to hurry to the men's room as soon as it started, to beat everyone to the stall so I didn't have to wait any longer. The breaks only run 10 minutes.
I rushed as quickly as I could, feeling the cramps in my stomach build as I scampered clear from my work station to the men's room.
I got in just in the nick of time. I went right into that stall and shut the door. Then I tried to lock it, but couldn't get it to align properly.
The pressure built, I tried to hook it as best as I could butt it wouldn't go into the unaligned lock.
I finally got it to stay in place for the moment, butt I knew it could be pushed open. I didn't worry about that because I knew my feet where visible under the stall so no one was just going to push the door open and walk in, so I assumed it was safe to proceed.
I lowered my pants and underwear, and sat down. The log proceeded to begin pushing it's way out as I settled into what would take up the entire break period, leaving little time to wipe wash up and make it back to my work station.
Just then, a big group of men from the welding and sorting departments entered the bathroom. They where a group of middle aged to retirement men of Vietnamese descent, and didn't speak very clear English. They where all talking amongst each other as they stood in line for the urinal very loudly, interrupting and overlapping each other as they proceeded to the pisser than to the sink.
Since I didn't speak Vietnamese, I couldn't understand a word I was hearing, making it sound like voices going around and around. So, I pulled out my phone proceeded to browse the net, until it was time to wipe.
As the poo turtled it's head out my butt, it happened. I heard the click and creaking sound, and realized the awful truth.
I looked and saw what I feared. The haphazardly unsecured door to the men's stall that I was sitting in, slipped loose, and slowly moved into it's open position, exposing me and my bare naked lower half to all these strange men.
"Oh no!" I let slip aloud, and frantically reached out for the opened door, but couldn't quite reach it.
One of the oldest men there, who heard my voice, proceeded to eyeball me through the reflection in the mirror while washing his hands. He was playing it off really cool and didn't say anything, or make like he noticed to anyone else. He just watched as I struggled to reach the door, with my pants and underwear all the way down, part of my butt on the toilet seat, my face turning red from the embarrassment, and the intensity of the big long turd that was forced out of me from all the strain I was putting into reaching the door.
The old man looked right into my face through the mirror, as my face grimaced from the loaf I was pinching. In fact, I ended up pinching off to soon, from all the effort of trying to reach the door so I could pull it shut.
The prematurely pinched loaf dropped into the bowl with a loud splash, grabbing the attention of everyone in the bathroom. I felt all their eyes on me, and tried to conceal my face. That's when I let out a long drawn out fart that echoed through bathroom, adding to my embarrassment.
All the guys got a good laugh out of it, and two of them pushed the door closed so I could reach over and lock it, properly this time.
Blocking what just happened to me from my mind, I finished up wiped and went back to my work station. I went about the rest of my work day without further mentioning of the incident.
I did feel that old guy's eyes on me as I went back to work. As awkward as it was in the workplace, I'm at least happy that I was able to make a guy's day.
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