I was tending bar in Boston on a busy Friday night. About mid shift I sensed something was wrong. I told the other bartenders I was going to the men's room. I have a public toilet phobia, so I always squat over the bowl without my bum touching the seat. It was a bad time to honor tradition. I proceeded to turboblast the entire white tile wall behind the toilet. It looked like a Jackson Pollock painting in all brown. Horrifying and thoroughly shame inducing. I did my best to clean it up, but I was pressed for time and couldn't stay in there too long. I still feel guilty that some other human being had to clean it up.