Do you not realize that these are GARBAGE MEN aka TRASH MEN. Their entire careers are smelly bags. The only way trash, that ends up in a dumpster, is humiliating or could effect your life is if you were, say, a guy and had purchased a dildo and someone saw the box with the receipt...or...if there was (either) someone looking to get dirt on you or steal money from you, finding valuable banking information or a social security #, or private e-mails or something. But if you're worried about the fact that you crapped in a bag because you had no other option, that's silly.
Side note, I took a trip to the Grand Canyon once...14 hour drive or so. Found myself in the middle of nowhere with a need to poop, like you did. No gas stations in sight, couldn't hold it anymore. There was a random area with stuff like a rusted microwave and a mound of dirt, and scattered clothes. Pooped there. Actually found a gay porn magazine and had to wipe my ass with it.
My toilet broke and I had to poop in a bag
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Do you not realize that these are GARBAGE MEN aka TRASH MEN. Their entire careers are smelly bags. The only way trash, that ends up in a dumpster, is humiliating or could effect your life is if you were, say, a guy and had purchased a dildo and someone saw the box with the receipt...or...if there was (either) someone looking to get dirt on you or steal money from you, finding valuable banking information or a social security #, or private e-mails or something. But if you're worried about the fact that you crapped in a bag because you had no other option, that's silly.
Side note, I took a trip to the Grand Canyon once...14 hour drive or so. Found myself in the middle of nowhere with a need to poop, like you did. No gas stations in sight, couldn't hold it anymore. There was a random area with stuff like a rusted microwave and a mound of dirt, and scattered clothes. Pooped there. Actually found a gay porn magazine and had to wipe my ass with it.
Your story is nothing to a lot of people.