I was eating with the family at the Mexican restaurant here in town and after my fifth enchilada my bowels decided to take a turn for the worst.  I dash to the bathroom just in time to get my pants down and barely make it (Everyone knows that situation). All this involved all the sound associated with a massive dump like that including the lack of knowledge to whether or not i was pissing or shitting because they both sounded the same.  The restaurant was busy that night so the main door to the bathroom kept opening and closing and im sure you could smell the stench from across the restaurant.  After a good 15 minutes of this I was finally done.  I opened the stall door to find about 6 women looking right at me.  It was then i realized in my rush for the bathroom I had chosen the wrong one: the womens.  The ladies just looked at me as they were holding their breath trying not to die in there while they waited in line to use the stool. I just walked to the sink, washed my hands and made my way out.  Luckily we were seated in a pretty secluded corner of the restaurant where hopefully no one would see me.  After everyone finished their meal we went to go pay.  The owner was operating the cash register at the moment and as I handed him a fifty dollar bill he said to me, "Ill be sure to put bright neon signs over the bathroom doors, sir."