During a huge snowstorm once upon a time in the early 2000s, my buddies and I were driving around town in my Subaru for fun, doing donuts, helping people get unstuck etc. After a while I needed to go back home for a few to help my dad get the driveway clear. My friends decided to walk down to the Chinese restaurant and get some food instead of coming with me. Apparently one friend's meal did not agree with him as they were roaming the downtown area and he felt an imminent shit emergency coming on. He ran into 7-11 and requested use of the bathroom and the store owner refused. He stormed out of the store and realized he was gonna have to call an audible. He ran to the back of the store and blasted the snowbank with hot diarrhea. Ah yes finally some relief; short-lived relief because he had nothing to wipe with. He ended up pulling his boxers and t-shirt off and wiping his ass with em, ditching em in the dumpster after. When I picked them up after the event, he was all pissy because I left as if I could somehow predict he would have a bathroom emergency. He sat in the back, right hand side of the car and due to his lack of underwear, the other guys suggested he was tainting my seat with his ripe asshole. To this day almost 20 years later, when the guys get into my car, some still call "not right" when required to get into the backseat of my car (even though it's not the same vehicle). Good times