That moment when you are finally relaxed on a public toilet, enjoying the solitude and just about to pinch off a brewing turd, when someone else bursts into the lavatory to piss, shit or wash there hands. Pinchus Interruptus usually results in a full on defecatory hold pattern, or mid-release pinch or severe turtling effect until all other parties leave and perfect release conditions are restored.
I never use the 12th floor men’s room to shit on a Monday morning. All that NFL activity on Sunday creates the perfect environment for Pinchus Interruptus.
My ass was filthy from pinchus Interruptus earlier. The place was like grand central station and I kept turtling in and out and crowning. Finally got it out after everyone left and cleared out.
The guy robbed a broke guy and took his life and 34 cents from him. The point of it all is the way luck determines everything in life (according to some) and nobody had a lucky day that day, not even the guy who made 34 cents, despite the false sense of optimism each party involved had when waking up that morning. Unless the penny pinching guy wanted to make an assassination look like a robbery, not much got accomplished.