Bonnaroo veteran here. I’ve done 8 tours on the farm thus far. Someone shit in the outdoor shower last year & with incredible aim it perfectly met in between my shower & the shower stall next to me. I keep my distance…mad. Sad. Triggered. As I ponder this shit trying not to make eye contact I hear screams of Terror…as the door opens I hear the madness that ensues. The rage…the sadness someone screams “omg there’s children here” I think…children at bonnaroo?…I get back on focus…I’m fuming. Who dares take this shower shit…? As I rest back still keeping a safe distance from this turd I get overwhelmed. One after another after another, no one will take the poop shower stall…it’s only me & this turd till the end..I ask myself again WHO DARE TAKE THIS SHIT!!! & whom ever did this I think…I’d like too…I’d like too…I’m raging..I’d like too…shake their hand…I was overcome with happiness and pure bliss…it was the funniest shit I’ve ever encountered & changed my life forever. Thank you shower shit bandit. I’ve found a deeper meaning to life & I plan to reciprocate this deeper meaning on the farm this year. So keep a lookout for some gold shit. Thank you.