3 years ago we went for a weekend. One of the evenings we went to the S ust for a karaoke nite (just before they closed it). They had a nice set up with dancers to accompany the performer. The old lady put her name in, did her number (Black Velvet).
I had to go to the can. I go in, take a piss, turn around to leave and I notice some guy's legs standing in a stall with his pants around his ankles and a pile of filling his pants cuffs. He'd himself. The place smelled like "medication." He musta had a bad reaction and couldn't stop it. I get half way out the door and stop. An epiphany hits me, I go back, start making warm soapy compresses for the guy out of the paper towels and handed them over the stall door one after another. After a while I grabbed the garbage can from the corner of the bathroom, lifted it over the door and set it back on the other side and started making cold water compresses and passing them over. This whole process took about 20 minutes.
Nary a word was ever spoken.