I've posted this story on here before but 20 years ago I used to work at Johnny Rockets. Terry Jones used to be a regular there and would come in almost every day around lunch, order a burger/fries then take a dump after he was done eating. There was only one private bathroom in the restaurant and me and one of the cooks would wait until he was finished eating then one of us would lock ourselves in there for an hour while he waited outside. Everday he would stand outside the bathroom with his arms crossed and in a bad mood while me and my friend would just be laughing. It was petty but he was such a douche to the staff that it was well worth staring at the walls in the washroom for an hour (no cell phones then).