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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Let's talk about poop.
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Let's talk about poop. | Let's talk about poop. |
| Sunday, 27 March 2011 | |
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"Everyone poops", as a children's book said, "because we all eat." Right. One Saturday, C and I went to hear the anticipated mass. I was fine. We had seafood salad that I made for lunch. I think I had apples for snacks. Then I had my usual dose of fiber. Two chewable tablets of Fiber Choice. After the mass, we decided to do some grocery shopping. It was when my tummy started rumbling. And waiting for the bus made it worse. I was at the verge of crying. To jump to my point, I did not make it home. Ok. Don't imagine the worst. I did not poop on my pants (thank God, C's suggestion worked). But I did something that I have never done in my entire life, and I wish I would never do it again. I did it in a restroom of a posh Italian restaurant/bar. I panicked when someone tried to open the door (maybe another customer). That day I swore never to go back there; for two reasons. One, I was so ashamed doing what I did. Two, for $20 and a small serving, their lasagna wasn't superb. I know we can talk about something else like reviews about hemo rage black, or food... anything but poop, eh? I am just sharing.  |
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