LafayetteLady -> RE: Gross stuff we never talk about ... (12/23/2009 7:20:37 PM)
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That was not the worst thing that happened however. This one is definately the grossest thing that has EVER happened to me. During Halloween time, I got my teenage son and a couple of his friends jobs at a local haunted hayride. None have licenses so since I was going to be doing all the driving, when they offered me a position running one of the wagons as a "tour guide/narrator," I took the job so I wouldn't only save on gas but make a little extra pocket money. The hayride -took place on a farm with a great cornmaze and all that. There were port-a-johns about 25 yards from the wagon loading spot. When we brought my wagon in for re-loading I took the walk over to the port-a-johns to pee before taking that bumpy trip again. As most of you know, there are no lights in those things, only vents up top. It wasn't that dark, and I opened the door and did the beautiful squat and hover described by someone else. I went to wipe and felt wetness on my hand. I figured I just peed on my hand, not a good thing, but far better than what turned out to be the reality. I grabbed some more toilet paper to wipe off my hand and in the dim light I saw a dark patch on my hand! My eyes miraculously suddenly adjust quickly to the light and I see that someone had taken a runny dump but completely missed the hole! It was all over that open space where the seat doesn't come all around. Now I'm furiously trying to clean off my hand with toilet paper and keep from gagging. Then I notice that some of the crap had gotten on my underwear and my pants! I took off my underwear and threw them in the hole and pulled up my pants, but there was still some excrement on my pants! Someone ELSE'S excrement! I go back to our loading spot and then run over to the chicken coop where there was some hand sanatizer and scrubbed my hands with that like 6 times. There was no way I could leave at that time, the kids were all out on the trails and there was no one else to run the wagons. Luckily we only did one more load and then called it a night. Driving home, I could smell the shit that was on my pants. I got home and immediately stripped off my clothes and jumped in the shower. Even though I was in there for like 30 minutes scrubbing over and over, it took another week before I finally felt clean. Embarassing as the whole thing was, I told the guys running the event and some of the other kids out in the field other than my own. We all laughed hysterically at my misfortune. For the rest of the season, I went and peed behind the chicken coops.
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