gehennasfury -> RE: Gross stuff we never talk about ... (12/28/2009 4:05:42 PM)
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The worst thing coming to my mind happend a few years ago. I was delivering pizza for a local mom & pop operation when a sudden wave of diarrhea hits me. Naturally, I'm driving and every gas station I pulled into had no public bathroom. By the fifth gas station, I was in very desperate need of a washroom, and I had finally found one. The next obstacle was a little old lady with a walker who went in before I could get to the washroom door. Mind you, I had to go damn near right then and there. After waiting what seemed like forever, out comes grandma. I hurry into the batroom, barely having time to lock the door. Well friends and neighbors, I didn't make it to the toilet. The first blast of liquid feces was all over my clothes and running down my legs. By this time, I feel somewhat relieved and manage tokick my clothes off, hoping to salvage them via the sink. While kicking them off before going to the toilet, a second wave hits me. Naturally, by this time, it isn't just shit, but piss too. I managed to kick my clothes to the sink and sit on the toilet to finish my business, which wasn't very much. I look at my clothes and determine the underwear to be a total loss. I put them in the garbage can and immediately begin rinsing my shorts off. Thankfully this happened in the summertime and we were required to wear dark blue pants/shorts. I got my shorts clean enough to sit in my car and head home to change clothes. I called the pizza shop and tld them my shorts had ripped right down the middle and I was headed home to change. I then called my sub to have her get the clean clothes ready. If that wasn't bad enough, shortly after I had left the gas station, one of my friends went to the very same gas station to use the washroom. Yes indeed, he walked into that washroom, and slipped right in my mess. Hi white silk shirt managed to absorp quite a bit of the liquid shit and it's offending aroma. He didraise a fuss and got a free tank of gas for the ordeal. He called me later that night, bitching about what happened and how he would like to kick the nast tyson of a bitches ass who had shit on the floor. I told him he should thank me for the free gas instead.
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