OMG! I almost tinkled reading this!!!

Mrs.M · #1 (**permalink**) 08-30-2008, 12:36 AM

I went grocery shopping recently, while not being altogether sure that
course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had
prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'You're
definitely going to $h!t yourself' chili.
Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the
point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me
that if you eat the next day both of your a$$ cheeks WILL fall off.

Here's the thing.
I had awakened that morning and even after two cups of
coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's
Movement #2'.
Despite habanero peppers swimming their way through my
intestinal tract, I appeared to be unable to create the usual morning
symphony referred to by my next door neighbors as thunder and lightning.
Knowing that a time of reckoning had to come, yet not sure of just when,
I bravely set off for the market; a local Wal-Mart grocery store that I
often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.

Upon entering the store, at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart
and began pushing it about, dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't
until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms, that
the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm
talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh oh, gotta go' pain that always
seems to hit us at the wrong time.

The thing is, this pain was different. The habaneras in the chili from
the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they
bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into
the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction
of the restrooms, which would bring sweet relief, it happened.

The peppers fired a warning shot. There I stood, alone in the spice and
baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which
has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more
of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure
seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the
aisle and out of it, just as an elderly woman turned into it.

I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction
would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate, as she
walked into it unsuspecting. Have you ever been torn in two different
directions emotionally?
Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at
least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor woman but
didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently
indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before
gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving
her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees.

This,of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. Mistake.
Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped
down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue
burst forth from my nether region.

Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that
someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly things
were no longer funny. IT was coming, and I raced off through the store
towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that
I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place.

Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began
the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my
ass is burning SO BAD, purging.

One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'. He made a
gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Sonofabitch!', then quickly left.
Once finished I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart
intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached
me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It
appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is
going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to
take care of the problem.

'That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back
pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an
accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments
later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the
premises and asked none too kindly not to return.

Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to
eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I
went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that because we
are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have
to repaint the store.