I also hate poo.
About twenty years ago I was playing tennis and brought our little dog with me and had to poop. No problem, I have plenty of time, I'll just walk about an eighth mile over the the high school and use their bathrooms. Nope. Locked. Hmm, didn't expect that and the walking seems to be moving things along, but no problem, still doing fine. I'll just walk about a quarter mile over to the community pool and use their bathroom. Nope. Locked. Oh fk, now it's basically an emergency. Okay, there's some little electrical box thing over there surround by bushes, so I run for it dragging our little dog and get like twenty feet away and the pinch pain is through the roof and start straight up shitting my pants. And the peak of the misery was trying to hide in the bushes while using my pocketknife to cut off my underwear and use my socks to wipe my butt without getting poo all over myself and also keeping our dog from stepping in anything. That was the worst part, like one of those cartoon one-man music bands trying to do thirty things with four limbs. Felt bad for the poor city worker that came upon that scene.