TMI Tuesdays…
One time I shit my pants at work and didn’t go home until the end of the day.
The Story:
Okay, before all of my followers point fingers, here’s how it happened and why. It was when I was working at Hamilton-Sundstrand. Normally, when I ate lunch, I’d just sit in my car and read while eating. Well, for lunch that day I had decided to get Taco Johns. While the foo there is quite good it does shoot through me like a rocket. Well, I felt a little burble in my butt area, figuring it as just a fart, I decided to let it go.
To my horrifying surprise, it wasn’t just a fart and a little bit of that disgusting butt juice slipped out. I panicked, debating starting my car and just driving the hour and fifteen minutes home and just calling in and saying I got sick. Instead, I opted to go inside, do my best to clean it out of my underwear and pray to god no one noticed.
Now, just to clarify, this wasn’t some massive dump, it was just a little bit. I did, however, spend the rest of the day looking around at everyone and assuming anytime they looked at me they knew.
It was not a good day.
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