is there anything worse?

Than being stricken with a raging case of diarrhea when you're far, far from the comfort, privacy and security of your own bathroom?

No.

Oh, wait. Yes there is.

Being stricken while you're in a large public area, sitting in a frigid, public restroom next to a large wheel of industrial grade toilet paper. How many times can you lay a covering flush without having someone call maitenance? Five.

Or is this worse?

Being stricken at the home of your sister while entertaining the new boyfriend. Having to interrupt that awkward, getting to know you chit chat with, "I'm sorry, I've got a raging case of the trots and please don't mind while I vanish for long periods of time into the bathroom."

*sigh*

My sister also, for some reason buys CHEAP toilet paper. It's the consistancy of TREE BARK. She's a lawyer for God's sake. You'd think she would spring for the Charmin.