Following an EXHAUSTING night of staying up WAAY to fcking late and getting woke up by the future of KSU football (my mostrosity of a son) - I made it to my desk, then staggered to the methane factory aka our restroom to have my morning poo poo, and the automatic flusher did it's goddamned thing while I was still evacuating my GI and cleansed my balls for me. This was excatly what I didn't want to happen, as I almost shot through the door to the stall! Sometimes, automation isnt quite what its cracked up to be (pun intended).