You gotta poop. Badly. You go to the public restroom, there’s a person at the counter digging in their bag. They see your face. You can’t leave. That’d be weird. You go into the stall and sit. You now have to, somehow, sit on the toilet and not shit until they leave because the person has seen your face and will know what you did. They take MINUTES.
The end, sorry for the cliffhanger. You now feel like my poop, clinging to the edge.
Screw that, if I’m in a bathroom I’m going to poop. If somehow someone takes issue with or is offended by that, then that’s their problem NOT mine