I've even got a worse...or better story depending on how you look at it. When I was in college about 4 years ago, I go to the library to do some studying for a test...and the pains set in. I decide to head to bottom floor of the library (it had 4 underground floors) to drop off the kids in the some peace and quite. I just situate myself and am about to release the burden, when some guy comes flying in and sits down right next to me. Now there are five stalls in this bathroom and I'm in the second one...there is plenty of space for him to choose a different one than the one next to me. To top it all off, he touches down right away and starts shooting off this machine gun rampage of ass matter. This goes on for about 10 seconds and is quite loud. During this I am unable to release purely out of the shock of what is going on next door. After his 10 second tirade...I just couldn't hold on any longer. almost on queue of him finishing the bombardment, I let out this bombastic shriek of flatulence. There was nothing but silence. This silence seemed to be a lifetime...but in reality was only a second or two. This joker in the next stall precedes to say outloud... "Good One". I honestly nearly fell off my stall. I finsihed up, cleaned up, washed my hands and headed right out of the bathroom. I never caught a glimpse of this guy and he never saw me...but I definitely was not able to study the rest of that evening...I was laughing pretty much the whole time. I must have told that story to 20 or 30 people that night...as it was too funny...all though my grade on my Discrete Math test the next day was not funny at all.
Edit: typos.