
Hundreds of people. Full stalls. Food being prepped just feet away. And I still did whatever I wanted. First stop the kitchen sink, where I let my hot stream flood the same spot they make their meals and desserts. The sound echoed through the crowded room, but I did not care who heard me. Then I moved to the bathroom, pissing in the sink again while people used the stalls right next to me. But the real kicker? A nasty, cheek-flapping fart blasted straight into the kitchen sink, right over their food. No shame, no hesitation just pure public filth.