Went to a Japanese steakhouse tonight with some friends to celebrate one of
their birthdays. Not something I usually eat and not having been there
before, we ordered the dinner for two, which consisted of steak, chicken,
shrimp, fried rice and veggies. They cooked it right there in front of
us,
and I washed it down with two Pepsis. The dipping sauces, one of which I
think was peanut, made the meat taste good and was pretty smooth. Walked
out of there feeling fine.
An hour later we're in Kohl's picking up some clothes when it hits
me.....like a balloon in my guts that's about to burst. I put my stuff
back
on the rack and tell her I had to go take a dump, and NOW. I walk to the
back of the store where I think Customer Service is....but no such luck.
I'm walking frantically past other people trying to find the bathroom, not
seeing anything anywhere. Finally I spot it and speedwalk down the aisle
to
the men's room. I open the stall, grab the seat cover, put it down on the
seat, pull my pants down just in time for every drop of liquid in my
system
to spray out of my ass into the bowl.
I exhale, thinking the worst is over. Then the smell hits me.......sulfur
from the pits of hell. I'm holding my nose, wi****ng I had a cigarette
lighter in my jacket or something to kill the stench. I reach behind me
to
flush and feel another blast coming on. I repeat the same thing a couple
more times..... defecate, flush, defecate, flush, defecate, flush. Oddly
enough, it didn't really burn that bad, more of a mild burn than a really
bad screaming ****. Reminded me a lot of Geoff.
I'm pretty positive the Pepsi contributed to this, since I drink maybe one
can of pop a week and hadn't had one in a couple weeks. Didn't feel like
beer or a fruity drink, and it must have been the carbonation or something
that did it. I'm wondering what tomorrow holds when the steak, chicken
and
veggies decide to come out. To be continued...
FM...
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