My neurotic ex i sometimes miss, looked like Winona Ryder, were out for breakfast, and we probably each got food poisoning. Newly dating at this point. She had to go home to use the bathroom, cause she only used hers. 'what do you have to shit?' i ask. 'shut up' she says. Makes me wait downstairs. End up sharting myself. Try to cleanup with Clorox wipes that burned like hell. She comes down to see me without pants with disposables in plastic bag. We laughed, and it was a good ice breaker, making her more comfortable, knowing she took a shit, and i shit myself. Damn, now i miss her. She was a regular customer where I worked as teenagers, and we reconnected years later.