Not the greatest story, but still... WHY?!
My local Subway restaraunt is a good two minutes' drive from my school, so it's a frequent lunch destination. But one lunch there would be unforgettable.

A woman walks in, wearing a regular old ratty shirt and blue sweatpants, awkwardly high above her waist, but not quite above her belly. She walked in and headed straight to the bathroom.

A moment later she reappeared, and stood in line, patiently waiting to order. From my seating position, I could see her back and rear end clearly, and it was then that I noticed there was something new on her solid blue sweat pants. Something new and brown.

I pointed out to my friends the one large and four small satellite smears on this woman's pants and as I struggled to keep eating, I hoped to god that when she reached the cash register, (which was closer to us than she was when I noticed the smears) we would have the fortune not to recieve a waft of aformentioned smears. No such luck.

In fact, it was something of a BLAST of shit-smell launched out of parallel, vertical cannons into each of my nostrils as she reached the cash register. We all smelled it at the same time, and I stood up to run to the bathroom, closely followed by one of my friends, when I realized that it was the bathroom was the scene of the crime to begin with. Fearing the horrors of what lay inside, I turned around and stopped my friend, and we all just grabbed our food and booked it out the door, breathing deeply the clean fresh air.

Quite an adventure in disgust.
(Zoidberg Jr - Food, you say?, Mon 26 Mar 2007, 21:49, Reply)