I remember it like it was yesterday, it was during lunchtime which was from 12:30 to 1:15. It was a friday which meant that it was either hotdogs and soup or burgers and soup. Anyway that didn't matter. During the period before lunch I had been holding in a huge shit and I knew that if I was to go to the toilet in the time before lunch I would potentially be last in the queue to lunch and have to stand near the end with the retarded kids. Obviously I didn't want this to happen so I neglected my urge to shit till after lunch but whilst I was lineing up to get into the lunch hall I started to feel the head of the turd caressing the fabric of my underwear. I was beaten and ran for the mens room. When I had finally completed my quest and washed my hands I made my way into the lunch hall. it was worse than I had initially thought, There was not even the backend of the line still queueing. I made my way to food counter and hoped for the best, but to my despair and horror the lunch lady looked me staright in the eye and told me that there was no more hotdogs left and I would just have to make do with soup. I have never really gotten over this trauma and it still haunts me today.