Admit it...You've been there...

You're driving down the road...ya gotta go...you pull into the first place you can find but the stall is in use...you run next door to find an open stall...you enter, bend over in relief and...
...before coming close to sitting, with your pants barely below your belly button...
...BOOM!...it's a SHIT STORM...!!

Sure... you think "...thank god it all landed in the toilet bowl..." and you sit down, actually making contact with the toilet seat, to finish the task at hand...
But when it's time to get up, you can't, because the SHIT STORM, acting as a scatological adherent, has sealed your ass to the seat...!
Apparently, the "storm" didn't enter the vessel but rather PAINTED it...

And you thought you were having a bad day...