Sorry , Lady
Once I was invovled in a traffic accident. While waiting for the tow truck and cops to do their thing I got THE URGE! I do a dash across 6 lanes of freeway traffic to a little office attached to a refrigerated warehouse. Once inside I politely asked a grey-haired grandmother-like receptionist to point me to the restroom. After finding it "closed to public", I begged and pleaded with the poor old lady, explaining that I was about to shit all over the reception area of her office.She grudgingly pointed down the hall. Once inside I was to the point of doing a little dance while trying to get my jeans down to my ankles. I bent to sit on the throne, but exploded literally a full foot above the seat.I had just shit on every last thing in that little room. I had shit on every piece of clothing I had on. I had shit on the door knob. I could do nothing in an attempt to clean this mess. I just pulled up my jeans, shit and all, and walked right through that office as fast as possible. I doubt that old granny had a job the next day.
(b3ta2, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 19:48, Reply)