I’m in the stall next to him, kinda like this: It’s a Monday. I gotta do it one more time. One more final scream, okay? But not just a scream. I decided to yell RUN. The roar was so loud, it was like I released the Kraken in the bathroom. It was like a whale gave birth to a roaring t-rex that was uppercutting a playdough can. The hair stood up on my arms. Yeah, and a little bit of pee came out as well. Blood pee ‘cause it was that loud. It was like my freaking butt cheeks clenched and that caused a sound on the seat. And as I was yelling, my freaking foot dipped into the dang toilet so now I release more energy. This guy gets so scared that he just bursts out of the stall, runs out screaming, runs right out of the Target bathroom.

aaaaaaaand he left his pants in the stall