This happened a few hours ago. I (22M) am on a short two-day trip to Kaunas city and I needed a place to stay for two nights, so my friend that lives there, but was away, hooked me up with one of his better friends (21F).
She is super busy and I arrive late, so I only get too meet and talk with her shortly the first day as she picked me up from airport. But turns out she is hot and we get along more than well.
She gives me extra key and the next evening, I am home first and she is coming earlier today too. She texts she is on her way and I am waiting.
Her apartment is one of those older soviet built ones, so the plumbing is pretty weak there, some faucets barely work.
Problem starts when soon after her message I get an urge to make shit. And taking a shit is somewhat sacret to me as otherwise I feel uncomfortable, so I cant postpone it for later. I knew it was risky, since I saw how weak the flush is, and if I cant get my waste down, that would kill all my dignity and whole vibe if she discovers.
I do the deed. Its a few of those buayant floaty types. I pray the lord, sent potentially last words to my friends and press the rusted flush button. Some shit go down but two big turds still chilling above sea level. This is only beginning of the adventure.
I regret my choices for a few moments, but then adrenaline takes over. The plumbing is bad so flush tank fills very slow and also its apparently ineffective anyways. Need ideas.
I resort to traditional methods. I find the biggest pot and start filling it up with that slow weak faucet. It felt like an eternity, cause she is there soon.
Its full, I try to spill the payload of my savior pot on to my shit in a quick waterfall so its effective. Nothing. Both happy turds still floating.
Now the sweat kicks in. I think two pots unloaded in quick succession might do. So I get another one, start filling them with the old slow faucet. At this point I realized how fucked I am since she could be unlocking the doors anytime and find me here running this huge shit flushing operation.
Anyways, eventually I fill the pots, I stack them up near the toilet and pour both as fast as I can. Progress achieved. One turd down. But one still having fun afloat.
I can't afford extra 3-4 mins to fill pots again and it may not work. At this point, I already had enough time to ponder the worst solution. In complete desperation, I fish out my toxic offspring, collect it with toilet paper, wrap it in it and proceed to balcony. Its 3rd floor and I see a little grassland at throwing distance, where it could blend in as innocent dogshit. I catapult my projectile. Mid air it looses its paper cover and with its all exposed beauty lands on the windshield of an old Toyota parked just by the grassland.
I only briefly reflected on the kind of terror I caused as I really needed to wash my hand fast and she came just few moments after
We had a fun evening, my dignity remained, but now in bed cant sleep peacefully knowing my shit is out there on someones toyota.
TL;DR: Stayed at a girls place. Took a dump in her toilet while she was on the way. Couldn't flush it even with two pots. Threw the turd out of window to a grassland but it landed on car.
Eyes_and_teeth t1_jd5fhzk wrote
Of course it's gonna end up being her Toyota.