Yeah that was truly a classic. I think it was Hitrack (not Hatrick).
Wasn't either, but can't quite remember the handle.
A couple of years ago I was arriving at an SP's place, when I started getting horrible cramps. By the time I got to her door, I was sweating, in real pain and thinking only of one kind of relief.
When she opened the door, I was not attracted to her, so it was convenient to have an excuse to leave. I explained my predicament, and to my surprise, she offered to let me use her facility. If I had been attracted to her, it would have been even more awkward to dump, and then assume we'd get it on.
I told her I'd better leave - fast - and duck-walked back to the car, clenching all the way. Drove to a nearby, appropriately-named "gas" station, and had my way with the porcelain receptacle. Multiple times. You know that sound when a bucket of water is poured into a barrel?
Pitied the person who may have needed that little room for the next couple of hours. The pain eased, and my next thought was to get to a shower ASAP.
Not sure if the SP believed my excuse, but she didn't know how lucky she was to have lost a customer that day.
(Never eat the warm shrimps.)