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A Story I Got through email, not sure if it is true..

millburn_nj_po_mom
16 years ago

but it is still funny

an astounding experience!!

I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that

said 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 mess 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 butt 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 habanera 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 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

butt 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, ' Oh my God!', 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. They claim they're going to have to

repaint the store

Sheryl

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