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: today i fucked up. after a long shift at work in a restaurant, i sat down on the porcelain throne for my "evening constitutional." (i promise that the details about defecation are necessary to set the mood, but that the post doesn't "center" around them.)

the men's room here has two urinals and one stall, the latter of which i'm occupying - and i tend to take my time when i go about my business. the stall is excessively large, with room for a diaper changing table and enough handicap access area to fit one and a half hoverounds. the partition blocks off the entire bathroom width (maybe five or six feet), with the door situated in a way that, upon entering the stall, one would have to make a ninety degree turn to navigate to the toilet.

i'd finished dropping the cosby kids off at the community pool and begun my paperwork when i heard a new party enter the bathroom: a trio of voices - two high pitched, one normal masculine - that i can only assume is a father and his two kids. as per usual, they beeline straight for the single stall, and quickly find that the door is locked.

this is not the first time that i've been in this situation in this restroom - last time, an intoxicated fellow decided to have a full conversation with me through the stall walls as he waited not-so-patiently outside. despite the inherent humor in the bawdy conversational material that the man had chosen to regale me with, i was distinctly unhappy at having my poo party-of-one crashed.

i hoped to avoid the same fate this time by ignoring all other would-be stall users. so as this man and his two kids began knocking on the door, i carefully folded the two-ply into a nice stack and lifted my rear off the seat for a big, hopefully final, wipe.

it was this most compromising moment when i caught a flash of motion in the edge of my vision. i look up to see a young girl, maybe five years old, on her hands and knees, half-entered into my private lounge. her eyes get big with surprise.

i make emergency maneuvers, but it is too late. the angle is just right that she had a clear view of my dingling-dangling wonder worm. 

"daddy, it's a boy!" she gasps, as she retreat crawls back. 

"fucking christ!" i exclaim, just as astonished (it's a *girl*!) as she at this pickle of a situation.

the father makes an unhappy grunt and yanks his offspring to her feet. i hurry the rest of my visit and shuffle out where we all avoid eye contact.

TIFU by ignoring would-be stall users in the men's restroom.