Call it Murphy's Law
Tom sat there listening to his friends chatting around the table. They'd meet up once a month at a new restaurant for a night of good food, good wine, and good conversation. This month they decided to try a truly new place. The restaurant had only been open a week, but they were very excited and couldn't wait to try the place.
Beads of sweat started to form along Tom's forehead. His stomach was in knots. He could feel the pressure building and knew he had to get to the bathroom fast. He got up from the table and headed right to the bathroom. He pushed the door open so hard it bounced off the wall almost hitting himself in face.
The loud bang startled the men already in the bathroom as they all turned their heads to see what happen. Fuck, Tom thought to himself as he realized the one stall they had was already taken. This wasn't good. The sweat started to drip down his face. Oh god he thought, I can't be that guy who shits his pants!
Tom started to pace a bit as he waited for the stall. The cramps were really bad at this point. The collar of his shirt was soaked. He could feel the gas bubbling up and out. He wasn't going to make it. He was going to have an accident right there in the middle of the men's bathroom.
Just as he started to look for an escape from embarrassment, the toilet flushed and a gentleman exited. Tom rushed in, sat down and let it all go. A waive of relief washed over him. He reached out his hand to grab the toilet paper, but to his horror he pulled out an empty tube.
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