About a week ago I was in a walmart stall taking a poop, minding my own business. I was wearing sandles and shorts, totally lost in my thoughts, oblivious. All of a sudden I feel spattering against my right leg and I'm "what the," pulled my leg away, obviously, and half peered under the the stall beside me and all I see is these little shoes and a developing pool of urine developing on the floor. I then clued into the sounds of struggle. I think some silly parent let their 4 year old into the can on their own and they couldn't undo their belt or something. Or maybe they just weren't tall enough for the toilet. But anyway, I'd have been a lot more pissed if it was some slimy old dude spraying everywhere. I just finished my business, wiped my leg off an then wiped it off with water and soap when washing my hands. Overall, it was a gross experience that could have been worse I guess.