I experienced this feeling of shame mixed with rage and contempt many years ago, when I was still a young girl in my twenties: I had shit my pants.
How did it happen? I'll tell you about it. One Saturday afternoon like any other, I received a call from my friends to go to the mall, visit stores, try on clothes, shoes and in the end, after exhausting all the options and not having bought anything, sit at the soda restaurant, have an ice cream and talk nonsense.
I chose the double chocolate ice cream, with oreo cookies (chocolate) and chocolate and milk syrup as topping. It was a huge ice cream, about the size of my voracious appetite for ice cream, so it wasn't hard to consume it in a jiffy. I was eager for more, so a friend of mine shared with me her vanilla and strawberry milkshake, which I thanked her for, since I love vanilla and strawberry. Needless to say, I was harta of it.
With dusk approaching, we decided to say goodbye. I walked slowly through the streets to the bus stop, however, in the distance, in my stomach a subtle pain loomed. "It's nothing" I said to myself, and hurried my pace, however, the subtle pain was in crescendo. Already the stores were closing and I did not glimpse any public restrooms around. "It's nothing" I said to myself again in an attempt to calm the anguish that seemed to overtake me.
The only option was to get on the bus and pray that my stomach didn't scream in pain or worse. Seconds seemed like hours and minutes seemed like days. A cold sweat began to break out on my forehead and my icy hands clutched my backpack tightly to my stomach. The people around me were talking placidly as if nothing was happening and I, I knew something imminent was about to happen.
Like on a roller coaster my guts moved, crunched and in my colon an inflation appeared. "It's a fart and nothing more," I said to myself and smiled. I looked around and cautiously moved my leg to leave the passage free to the air, to the pleasure and to the end of my stomach discomfort.
It came out with a gift! I felt with anguish that something was draining down my leg. A foul odor appeared and people began to murmur and hold their noses. By those fortunes of life, the bus stopped at a stop, and without thinking I almost ran out of the public transport.
With what dignity I had left, I started walking, feeling something slimy and wet on my ass with every step. I avoided everyone I met and an hour later I opened the door of my house. From the kitchen my mom shouted come to dinner, we have fried pork, beans and rice ... A scream came out of my mouth and I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom.
This story was written for WEEK 145: Weekend-Engagement writing suggestions.
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