Johnny was driving along the highway.
Midway through his journey, nature called out to him.
Cursing his fate, he looked around for a place to relieve himself.
Just then, he spotted a small road side motel. He quickly entered to finish his business.
To Johnny’s dismay, all the the restrooms in the establishment were occupied.
Unable to hold on, he climbed a flight of stairs to search of a restroom. He found three rooms, two of which were locked. He entered the last room and found a hole in the floor.
He dropped his pants and dumped the biggest load he had ever dumped.
He went down the stairs, relieved and calmer than he had ever been.
The once Crowded motel was now desolately empty. Johnny looked around in surprise as he was confused about what happened.
Just then, a waiter sheepishly poked his head out from under a table.
Laying his eyes on Johnny he asked him in a trembling voice , “Where were you when the shit hit the fan?”