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: since last year, i’ve temped at a waste disposal company. i don’t love the work, or the hours, but my probation officer dean says i can’t spend all day picking at my toenails and writing air bud fanfiction. (to be clear, the only reason i have a probation officer is that a while back i tried to sneak my dog into the centurylink omaha center for a reverend horton heat concert and became violently angry when the security guard wouldn’t let me past. under normal circumstances i would have sucked it up but this was shortly after the 2012 election and there was an understandable level of animosity between the security guard and myself—i being staunchly apolitical and he being senate minority leader mitch mcconnell. (i’ve never participated in an election, unless you count one ‘who is your favorite looney tunes character’ poll—i voted for john mccain.))

i realized immediately upon taking the waste disposal job that it was a huge mistake. most of the waste we deal with is toxic in nature, which is unpleasant for everyone involved. even most of the nontoxic waste isn’t very useful, and much of it is chicken heads. for a while, my entire job was to smoosh chicken heads together so that they were easier to transport, then dump them into the missouri river off the red cliffs of east omaha. it’s impossible to prosecute people in the red cliffs because they’re completely vertical, and thus do not appear on any ordinary map, making them a sort of “no-man’s land.” i think i read somewhere that if you flattened the red cliffs out they’d be larger than the state of palestine, although i think the writer was pro-israeli so that isn’t saying much.

then i got promoted to the human waste department, which was if anything worse. human waste, or “shit,” is so bad that when describing how bad something else is, people will refer to it as “shit.” but when you refer to shit as “shit,” you’re simply stating the obvious. my boss mr. w. has a saying about this but nobody can remember what it is because the stench of shit is so strong in his office that it’s hard to think about anything else.

today i was hanging out in my uncle daft tony’s pool. i’m taking care of his house because he’s in cleveland for the week at a convention of the jello jigglers™ society. i was supposed to have the day off but at three in the afternoon mr. w called me. apparently a box i’d tossed over the red cliffs had gotten stuck in a mountain goat halfway down and needed to be taken care of.

“can you get it as far as my uncle’s place?” i asked.

“okay,” said mr. w., “but don’t expect me to ever tell you where the five million dollars is hidden.”

two hours later mr. w. drove up to the pool and handed me a cardboard box full of diarrhea. i accepted it and he drove off to one of his cocaine-and-scattergories parties. i left the box in the pool for a few hours but cardboard is almost indestructible and i didn’t notice anything leaking. daft tony will never know the difference.

TIFU by getting diarrhea in the pool.