mrwonderful2u
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Okay, since we are on the subject, her is mine: I call it the "Phantom Shitter". I was driving to a job interview in a city a couple hours away. As I was getting closer the route took me through some residential areas. While I had some rumblings in my gut during the trip, they couldn't have foretold the sudden and urgent need to immediately seek out a bathroom that would fall upon me while driving through this somewhat upscale neighborhood. Without a public restroom in sight, I quickly deducted that had but 3 choices, and none being very favorable at the moment. I could 1) drive like a maniac in the hopes of finding a commercial establishment within the next 3 minutes, 2) Pull over and let loose on the side of a busy street or my 3rd choice and the one I chose, to pull in the next driveway, knock on the door of the house and beg to use their bathroom. I was actually counting my money as I staggered to the house, in case I needed to make a serious offer to use their shitter. After pounding on the door, it opened and I was greeted by a young girl about 5 or 6 years old. I looked through the door and not seeing a grownup, and with no other good choice at this moment, I began pleading my case to use their bathroom. To my surprise and great relief, the young girl pointed to a door in the hall. That was all I needed and I practical dove for the door knob. After dropping a bomb that surely got the attention of not only the occupants of the house, but probably all within 3 blocks, I exited the bathroom. As I closed the door to a bathroom that would probably never be the same again, my eyes meet with a middle ages lady quizzical and apparently disturb face. I immediately became to shudder out an explanation as I held out the cash i had removed from my wallet in the way in, figuring I at least owed her that for the damage I had probably done, but was abruptly cut-off by here cracking voice. Just "please leave" was all she could get out, yet her mouth kept moving as I hurried out the door, with my money still in my outstretched hand. I got in my car and looked back to the house on last time, and for the rest of my life, I will never forget the vision of the lady and the young girl starring at me with disbelief as I drove off. And I am pretty sure they will always remember the day the Phanton Shitter came to their home on that Saturday morning.
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