I traveled out to a dormitory facility for a school trip (Field camp class) with 2 professors and a few class mates. On our 2 week stay there we needed to do laundry and one of my professors had bought us all detergent at the safe way there.
When I went to grab the detergent his door was ajar and everything was normal, I went in it was empty so i grabbed the laundry detergent form his room, ran down the hall, put it in with my laundry load, put the quarters in the machine and turned the washing machine on. This took about 3 minutes to get to the hallway load the washer then return to my professors room back down the hall.
With the run being so short I didn't think twice when running back to return the detergent for my class mates/ professors to use so i just barged in the door without thinking twice. Turns out my professor just got out of the shower and was standing there looking at me essentially naked but at least he had a towel on so I didn't completely ruin my chances of passing that class. He was pretty furious, hes not bad looking for his age but he's no super model so he must have been quite embarrassed him self. After about 5 minutes of aggressive lecturing about knocking on doors and the importance of privacy as well as learning to be a decent human. He finally cut me a break and I went to turn in that night after finishing the laundry feeling very embarrassed, saying to myself that night that I will constantly remind myself each day to always knock on a door before I enter it.
As if that wasn't enough it got even worse. The very following day I woke up early before we headed out to the field area for that days work so I could shower, get in line for breakfast early and take a big number 2 with plenty of time and no pressure. So it's about 6 in the morning now and not to many people are up, just getting light outside.
I decide that i should take my dump first as there will be less people up to walk in on me (sometimes I have issues going the bathroom in public, it isn't undo able but its very hard for me I feel embarrassed). Well any ways there are 4 stalls to go the bathroom. All the doors are closed, the bathroom is empty.
Visual of the bathroom as shown below (1-4 are bathroom stalls,brackets size show scale)
[wall][4 ][3][2][1] [Sink area/ bathroom entrance] [Showers] All doors are closed
When i go to choose a stall I naturally decide to pick stall 4 because its furthest away form the door and least likely to be near people when I let things go. When I checked stall 4 (end stall [also handicap stall]) it was very nasty, excrement everywhere on the seat, some on the floor and full of the bowl. This is not an option so i have 3 choices now. With stall 3 being adjacent to the mess in stall 3 I now have stall 2 or 1. 2 is farther away form the entrance than 1 so i wouldn't have to go and have people walking in be closer to hear my business.
When I pushed on the door of stall 2 the door was unlocked, revealing some bare legs with pants pulled down and what may have been a portion of that persons private parts. Immediately in the brief flash I got a "peek" I closed the door and sincerely apologized to the person in the stall as I felt terrible and over the situation saying "I'm so sorry sir, the door was unlocked and their all closed I really didn't mean to barge in on you. The planets must have been aligned because that person happened to be the same professor I walked in on the day prior to this, just last night. He must have had the same idea as myself waking up early to beat the line, get things ready before we head out and take a number 2 in piece, being as early as it was its mostly likely why he didn't lock the door.
He was really mad at me, just yelling at me through the stall " JESUS FUCKING CHRIST (my name) I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU" followed by several minutes of personal insults, profanity, distaste and questioning my common sense. I had to go number 2 in stall 3 (next to the bad one and adjacent to him!) while he yelled at me the whole time, I sat there with my hands on my head looking down at the floor the whole time. I wanted to cry but I didn't. For the start of the day this made things very awkward as my professor was super pissed at me, I tried to avoid him as much as possible that day, as the field area was about 2 square miles if I remember correctly.
However the silver lining to this story is that even though I'm sure he was mad about it we mutually told the other 8 members of the camp. He apologized to me after wards for yelling at me and told me he understood why I'd be so confused and had done what I did. I again apologized to him about the incident seeing as I was in the wrong and we sort of forgot about it ever since, I passed the class so at least it didn't effect my grade. However I always wonder if hes still secretly resenting me for that, and telling this very story to his friends and family with me being that clumsy retard that stumped in on him almost naked each time. I'm a senior now and I still see him around.
The moral of the story readers is ALWAYS ALWAYS knock on a door before you enter it, even if you just exited the room and need to re-enter as well as not only hug the bathroom floor to check for dangling feet below the stall and to knock on the door multiple times while saying "Hello is anyone in there" and to slightly tap the door to see if its locked or not. Its a good lesson I'll carry with me for the rest of my life.
Sorry for any typos.
When I went to grab the detergent his door was ajar and everything was normal, I went in it was empty so i grabbed the laundry detergent form his room, ran down the hall, put it in with my laundry load, put the quarters in the machine and turned the washing machine on. This took about 3 minutes to get to the hallway load the washer then return to my professors room back down the hall.
With the run being so short I didn't think twice when running back to return the detergent for my class mates/ professors to use so i just barged in the door without thinking twice. Turns out my professor just got out of the shower and was standing there looking at me essentially naked but at least he had a towel on so I didn't completely ruin my chances of passing that class. He was pretty furious, hes not bad looking for his age but he's no super model so he must have been quite embarrassed him self. After about 5 minutes of aggressive lecturing about knocking on doors and the importance of privacy as well as learning to be a decent human. He finally cut me a break and I went to turn in that night after finishing the laundry feeling very embarrassed, saying to myself that night that I will constantly remind myself each day to always knock on a door before I enter it.
As if that wasn't enough it got even worse. The very following day I woke up early before we headed out to the field area for that days work so I could shower, get in line for breakfast early and take a big number 2 with plenty of time and no pressure. So it's about 6 in the morning now and not to many people are up, just getting light outside.
I decide that i should take my dump first as there will be less people up to walk in on me (sometimes I have issues going the bathroom in public, it isn't undo able but its very hard for me I feel embarrassed). Well any ways there are 4 stalls to go the bathroom. All the doors are closed, the bathroom is empty.
Visual of the bathroom as shown below (1-4 are bathroom stalls,brackets size show scale)
[wall][4 ][3][2][1] [Sink area/ bathroom entrance] [Showers] All doors are closed
When i go to choose a stall I naturally decide to pick stall 4 because its furthest away form the door and least likely to be near people when I let things go. When I checked stall 4 (end stall [also handicap stall]) it was very nasty, excrement everywhere on the seat, some on the floor and full of the bowl. This is not an option so i have 3 choices now. With stall 3 being adjacent to the mess in stall 3 I now have stall 2 or 1. 2 is farther away form the entrance than 1 so i wouldn't have to go and have people walking in be closer to hear my business.
When I pushed on the door of stall 2 the door was unlocked, revealing some bare legs with pants pulled down and what may have been a portion of that persons private parts. Immediately in the brief flash I got a "peek" I closed the door and sincerely apologized to the person in the stall as I felt terrible and over the situation saying "I'm so sorry sir, the door was unlocked and their all closed I really didn't mean to barge in on you. The planets must have been aligned because that person happened to be the same professor I walked in on the day prior to this, just last night. He must have had the same idea as myself waking up early to beat the line, get things ready before we head out and take a number 2 in piece, being as early as it was its mostly likely why he didn't lock the door.
He was really mad at me, just yelling at me through the stall " JESUS FUCKING CHRIST (my name) I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU" followed by several minutes of personal insults, profanity, distaste and questioning my common sense. I had to go number 2 in stall 3 (next to the bad one and adjacent to him!) while he yelled at me the whole time, I sat there with my hands on my head looking down at the floor the whole time. I wanted to cry but I didn't. For the start of the day this made things very awkward as my professor was super pissed at me, I tried to avoid him as much as possible that day, as the field area was about 2 square miles if I remember correctly.
However the silver lining to this story is that even though I'm sure he was mad about it we mutually told the other 8 members of the camp. He apologized to me after wards for yelling at me and told me he understood why I'd be so confused and had done what I did. I again apologized to him about the incident seeing as I was in the wrong and we sort of forgot about it ever since, I passed the class so at least it didn't effect my grade. However I always wonder if hes still secretly resenting me for that, and telling this very story to his friends and family with me being that clumsy retard that stumped in on him almost naked each time. I'm a senior now and I still see him around.
The moral of the story readers is ALWAYS ALWAYS knock on a door before you enter it, even if you just exited the room and need to re-enter as well as not only hug the bathroom floor to check for dangling feet below the stall and to knock on the door multiple times while saying "Hello is anyone in there" and to slightly tap the door to see if its locked or not. Its a good lesson I'll carry with me for the rest of my life.
Sorry for any typos.
