A few years ago, I was waiting for transit after my first train of the day at around 5:50am. I lit up my cigarette, took one drag and promptly shit my pants. I investigated with a napkin and confirmed yes, my pants contain some wet, watery shit. My options were 1 hour train back home and be late for work, or 20 minutes more of the commute and clean up in the bathroom. So I stood on a mostly empty train, reeking of shit and shame, then slowly walked a quarter mile from my stop to the nearest bathroom. I went commando the rest of the day.
A few years ago, I was waiting for transit after my first train of the day at around 5:50am. I lit up my cigarette, took one drag and promptly shit my pants. I investigated with a napkin and confirmed yes, my pants contain some wet, watery shit. My options were 1 hour train back home and be late for work, or 20 minutes more of the commute and clean up in the bathroom. So I stood on a mostly empty train, reeking of shit and shame, then slowly walked a quarter mile from my stop to the nearest bathroom. I went commando the rest of the day.