A few weeks ago at work, I entered the public restroom to be struck by a horrendous odor. I was in need, so I decided to endure the smell. I am not usually offended by smells and quickly began to breathe shallowly through my mouth. As I stood in front of the urinal, I realized the smell was oddly familiar. It sort of smelled like dirty diaper. There was some rustling in the stall and I figured someone was attempting to change their baby's diaper. I kept waiting hear a baby make some noise, but nothing like this occurred. I lost interest quickly.
As I moved to the sink to wash my hands, I glanced in the mirror and saw movement on the floor behind me. I was standing at the sink washing my hands. The mirror is directly in front of the stall, so the movement was coming from underneath the stall door. I stared into the mirror and was astounded by the sight of a stool rolling ever so slowly out from underneath the stall door. I quickly turned around to make sure I, in fact, did see a piece of shit on the loose. When I turned, it was in fact poop. My mouth fell open and I stared in amazement.
I thought for a moment of what to do. I was hoping that my camera phone was in my pocket to document proof of the story. As I patted my pockets, I pictured the phone laying on my desk. As I reached for a paper towel to dry my hands and flee the scene, a small hand holding toilet paper surreptitiously began to reach from under the stall. In one quick movement the turd was rescued back into the hand of it's owner; poopsnatch!
Moral of this story: When your shit gets away from you, do what needs to be done to get it together. That is what I now call a poopsnatch.
P.S. I decided that I would type "poopsnatch" into google image search and the most bizarre picture that was returned on the first page of results would be used to accompany this story. I am not sure it could get better than this:
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