I was a teenager in south fla and we used to go to the midnight movies on the weekends. That was back in the day when wearing camo pants was cool. The ones with 20 pockets. Well during one double header I had to dump, so off to the restroom I go. Sat down in a stall to do my business and a guy goes into the stall next to me and sits down. From his shoes he looks to be a very well dressed business man. So screwing around I found a candy bar in one of my pockets, take it out and proceed to rub it all over my hand. Then reach up under the stall divider and slap my hand on his side right under the toilet paper holder. Then I smear it around a little and shout," Hey dude can you help me out....I ran out of toilet paper. Just for an added effect, I reach under again and tug at his pant cuff and ask again for tp. I never heard a word...he just ran outta there.