That’s the guy.
I’m sorry, but I was really laughing thinking about some poor Don Knotts type guy sitting in the next stall over when this happens.
He starts to smell smoke and takes some deep sniffs to check and then gags when he gets a nose full of the bouquet coming from his neighbor’s shorts.
“Do you smell that? It smells like smoke. Are you OK in there?”
Then the smoke detector goes off.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
“Are you OK in there?”
The firemen rush in and take an ax to the stall door.
“What’s going on out there?”
A fireman uses a dry chemical fire extinguisher.
Whoosh! White powder shoots up from under the wall of the stall.
A fireman yells, “Look out! He’s got a knife!”
The drunk slashes at the fireman screaming “Red hots! Get your red hots right here!”
Firemen charge through the broken stall door and there is the sound of a struggle.
The guy in the next stall yells, “What’s going on over there?”
A fireman yells back, “Don’t worry! His shorts were on fire but we put em out.”
The guy in the next stall says, “Oh, thank goodness. His shorts were on fire?”
“Yep”, says the fireman. “Any other questions?”
The guy says, “You wouldn’t, by chance, have any toilet paper on you? There doesn’t seem to be any in this stall and with all the ruckus, I forgot to check after I sat down and I sort of need some.”
The fireman says, “Years of schooling so I could save people’s lives and here I am putting out some guy’s shorts and potty-training some other guy.”