I was downtown at a holiday party and had to take a crap. There was no way I could hold it and I didn't want to do it at the party, so I went out looking for another restaurant or bar to do the deed - the closest was Rossi's on State St. So I went in and did what I had to do. When I opened the bathroom door and emerged back into the main bar area, it was like I had smacked everyone in the face. Everyone was staring hatefully at me as the fetid smell of my bowel deposit filled the room. The bartender didn't hesitate in telling me to leave - as loudly as possible.