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TIFU by clogging a public toilet

Today was quite the stressful day for me. I had a big train journey and ended up missing a train, which ruined my schedule for the rest of the day.
After I managed to get new connection tickets, I had a problem though. Stress can make my stomach pretty upset and exactly that was happening.
Alright, so off to the bathrooms I was. There was a cleaning lady going through both of the gendered bathrooms regularly and both bathrooms had a queue. When I finally got to a stall, I used a wet wipe to wipe down the seat, despite it being cleaned just before by the cleaning lady. Idk, otherwise it just feels weird for me to sit down. Usually I throw my wipes into the trash, but this bathroom didn't seem to have one? Which is pretty weird, as I was in the womens room and where would you be supposed to dispose of your period products?? But okay, I decided to just throw the wipe into the toilet since I really didn't want to put it into my pocket or be an ass and throw it on the floor.
My bowel movements were honestly record wise. I really don't know what happened, but I guess the stress really did something to me there, haha.

But then came the flushing. I don't know if it maybe was the person before me in the stall who just managed to hide it. I don't know if it was my wipe. I don't know if it was the biggest poop of my life. But the toilet was clogged.
I'm in my 20s and I've never clogged a toilet before and man, I was panicking. I flushed like 4 times and most of it managed to get down after a while, just some paper and a raised water level stayed.
When I entered the cleaning lady had been on the womens stall side and I was absolutely terrified that she would come in right after I left. I don't know how I got the courage, but at some point I exited, did the quickest hand wash of my life (which was a shame, as I like getting a good hand cleaning when I'm out in public) and as I was washing my hands, this older woman and her friend or daughter entered and my stall had been one of the first.... I saw her look into it, turn to her friend/daughter and she said something about how "there's something in there". I don't think she saw me leave that stall, so I don't think anyone noticed it had been me.

Thankfully the cleaning lady had switched to the mens side when I exited. God, I was glad to be out of there.
But I also feel absolutely awful about clogging the toilet. Like, damn, I've never done that before. And I just feel soooo horrible, I'm so sorry the cleaning lady had to deal with that and that maybe one or two people saw the destruction I left behind. But I really couldn't bring myself to yell across both stalls with queues in the front "hey I just clogged your toilet, k bye!!!"
I really needed to talk about this somewhere, I can't just text my friends like "hey I clogged a public toilet today, and ran away like a coward."
On one hand I'm also almost amazed by myself. I'm pretty small and sleder and usually that's represented by what comes out of my body. Except for today. But damn why did I have to clog a toilet with it??????

I think this is going to keep me off from pooping in public restrooms for a while.

TL;DR: Had a massive poop in a busy public bathroom, clogged the toilet and left before anyone really noticed what happened. Feel really bad about it. :(

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