I'm writing this two weeks on, as it turns out Karma is a bitch. About 12 days ago I was on my way to an undoubtedly important meeting and stopped for fuel at a little station just off one of the many boring A roads our little country has to offer. I know the place well and it only has one toilet, which is why my evil mind went into overtime when I saw a car screech to a halt in the parking area and a overweight bald bloke fumbling hurriedly with his seatbelt and looking like he was sweating more than a peado in a playground. "Ah ha" thinks I, this chappy looks like he's in dire need of the defecation station. Being closer to the door I immediately cease my chirpy whistling and slow saunter across the forecourt and slide myself in through the shop and into the bog. After trying to justify to myself my presence there by trying to pee, after about 20 seconds I hear the knowing "clunk, bang" that signals someone trying to get into a locked bog. Ignoring it and straining to piss some more I hear a knock and a feeble "Anyone in there" I muster a cheery "Shan't be long" Deciding to make use of the time In there I decide to wash my hands and make use of the complimentary hand washes and surprisingly large selection of poofter/female themed lotions. A good couple of minutes of anointing my manly skin with lavender and coconut themed cremes another knock and a terribly feeble "Hello, will you be much longer?" For some reason I decide that I want to be a complete and utter cunt so I reply "Only be a few minutes mate" All goes quiet and I'm getting a bit late now so I decide it's time to go. Unlocking the door I expect the rush of fatty but no, all is quiet and nobody to be seen. Pay for my fuel at the counter and go outside, taking a quick look over to the parking area I see the very upset looking chap rooting through his boot and pulling out a carrier bag, before shuffling back to the drivers seat, placing the bag down first before lowering himself carefully. A small pang of guilt passed over before I forgot all about it. That was until about 6 hours later, when I came down with a terrible case of the squits. Which proceeded to last for about a week and was followed by nasty bout of the flu. Almost enough to believe in Karma. So, any other Arrsers caused anyone to shat their pants?