Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: first up this isn't some filthy toilet story. far from it. it happened a little while ago at work. but it's been on my mind since.


so it was just a regular day at the office. 11am came and i got that familiar clench indicating it was about time i float a couple of logs down the river. 


i made my way to the downstairs toilets, walked into my usual cubicle on the far right and locked the door. as i was about to unzip i noticed there was no more more toilet paper. good catch!


so i quickly and silently unlocked the door and snuck into the adjacent cubicle. thankfully, this one had paper so i unzipped, sat down and commenced docking procedures. 


during my obligatory post wipe facebook scrolling i heard the toilet door swing open and a pair of heavy feet stomp towards the cubicles. as luck would have it, he went straight for the cubicle without paper. not only that, but he happened to have his building pass clipped to his belt so when he sat down with his pants around his ankles his pass was right there on the floor, his face staring right up at me through the gap. rob from finance. ready to lay some pipe. unaware of his impending doom. 


hearing his brown baritone echo against the porcelain, my heart sank. then, when the silence returned, i heard him gasp. his hands desperately fumbled with the plastic paper dispenser but he knew it was hopeless. 


so i sat there. waiting. wondering whether he will ask for help. then, a whole bunch more people walked into the toilets and for whatever reason i freaked out. i quickly zipped up, flushed and bolted outta there. i don't know what came over me but i just couldn't handle the thought passing paper over with all of these people around. 


as i saw him around the office throughout the following days, i had this overwhelming sense of guilt. like i left a man behind on the battlefield. 


this is not where the story ends.


about a week later, i was walking into the building one morning and came across a group of people huddled over someone curled up in a fetal position. it was, you guessed it, rob from finance. he was breathing heavily and was clearly in bad shape. they told me not to worry and that they have it under control so i just moved on as i didn't want to bother them. but right there the guilt came flooding back. 


we got word the next day that he'd had some kind of panic attack or nervous breakdown and was going to be out of work for a while. he never did return. 


was it my doing? did my completely inability to offer a stack of toilet paper to a man in need lead him to explode from the shame and humiliation of knowing that someone in the office was onto his dark, dirty secret?

TIFU by not offering toilet paper to a man in need