The Dump and Run
One thing I absolutely deplore is the dump and run. Someone did it to me today. I walk in the Men’s Room to use the urinal and someone else is in there just polluting the stall. I suspect he was well-fed on a diet of burnt broccoli and baked Yeti fur topped with a rich tarantula demi-glace.
The dump and run technique is brutal and unfair. While the victim is at the urinal, the perpetrator makes a hasty retreat without pausing to wash their hands, leaving you alone in the bathroom with a putrid stench. Naturally, anyone who comes in afterward assumes it was you. Evil.
Has you ever been the victim of a dump and run (or something similar)?

