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Originally Posted by marsupial
One early morning Saturday run, the day after I OD on some fresh cherries, I found myself in a desperate predicament. I was running up by the Provo temple through some neighborhoods when it hit. I was right by Timpview High School and I seriously thought I was going to have to leave my mark on someone's lawn when suddenly I noticed the bathrooms by the baseball field. It was like God had put them there just for me at that moment.
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If you run, just don't run tooo early.
One morning, early around 4:30 am, nature called and I ran to the trusty toilet I knew, hoping to find relief. To my great dismay, the toilets were locked. What could I do? It was if God were punishing me for all my sins.
Somehow, calling upon reserves previously unknown to me, until I pinched and hobbled myself ignominiously down the street only to arrive and wait for the portly sleepy gal at the Taco Time to unlock those heavenly doors to the porcelain thrown. That my gal is the definition of purgatory, a closed toilet when nature calls.