need to poop at office
enter stall, about to begin
coworker (let's call him Jim) walks in and enters stall next to me
recognize his shoes, zero chance he doesn't recognize mine
both let out a few blasts of farts, but no pooping
one of us eventually surrenders and leaves, full of poop
later we have to interact at work like nothing happened, knowing full well what happened in there, one of us literally full of shit
why can't CEOs just give us private restrooms? this shit is a humiliation ritual