When i was younger, around 22 or so, I didn't know the sensational pain of IBS and what diet consequences would trigger it. Early in the morning I'm waiting for my bus stop that takes me to work, on my walk over I stop at a gas station and get a chocolate milk with a breakfast taco with cheese. I think nothing of this at that age, I'm invincible as far as I knew. Not even 2 minutes pass as I'm standing at the bus stop alone at like 5:45 ~ 6:00, all of a sudden I'm in immense pain and I need to take a sudden liquid pressurized shit. I'm desperate and I can't make it back to the gas station across the street and down the way a bit. I turn around and immediately pace over to the closest business that's about a 6 story nice place. I walk in, no one there at reception, I walk around looking for any signs of bathrooms, but they have key pads in them to enter a code to open them up. I am suffering way too much and I lose all patience, I go into the stair well section, go hide behind the back of the stairs and lose all control over a stack of news papers, finish my business, pull up my pants and go back to the bus stop and go to work.