As you wash your hands in the washroom sink, your stomach turns and you let out some flatulence. This is followed by a strong urge to sit down on a nice, cool toilet seat.
Damn fiber bars! you think, running for the nearest stall. As you let everything out (very noisily, you can't help it,) someone walks in. You don't hear them enter. after another minute on the toilet, you wipe yourself, stand up, flush, pull your pants up, and exit the stall. You see the slacker standing there, looking at you through the mirror.
"Someone slip some X-Lax into your sandwich, Gaylord?" he snickers. "You are gay, right?"