It was early spring and I had to go out to the storage unit to start organizing it, to remove all of my "prized items." When I got there, there was another guy at his unit, doing the same thing. After a while he came over and asked if I could watch his shed while he was gone. Apparently his lock broke and he had no way of locking his door. I said sure, I would be there for another couple of hours. "Great," he said. "I'll be back in an hour."
These storage units are out of town, about twenty-five minutes away. He left, and I was the only one out there.
While I was working, moving furniture around to get out one item in particular, I got the feeling. You know the one -- where you just got done running and you think you need to take a quick squeegee. I decided that I would hold it -- I can usually do that mind over matter thing.
After about ten minutes, I felt the rumble again, and this time I made what my friends and I call the W.O.F.: the Wrong O Face. I was in serious trouble. I started to look in my unit for a bucket that I could use. The closest thing was a coffee pot with a hole rotted in the bottom. That wasn't going to work! What the hell was I going to do? There was a strip club about a half-mile away, but come on -- would you want to go poo on a cum-dripping toilet? I don't think so! And I wasn't sure if I would be able to drive there or not anyway. So I went for the other guy's storage unit.
I opened the door and spotted a cardboard box. Relief, I thought. But I was wrong. There were clothes and other things in it.
And then it caught my eye: a baseball cap. I picked it up and looked at it. It was a dingy old trucker's hat; you couldn't even make out what it said anymore. I looked around, and then went to my unit, behind some of the stuff. I did my duty. I filled that thing right up to the brim. I took my undershirt off and tore it into a couple of pieces and wiped my ass. I then took a clean piece and wrapped the whole thing up and went and threw it in the tall grass behind the units. I closed the guy's door and went back to doing my business in my unit.
He came back about ten minutes later. He opened the door to his unit, and then came walking over to me. OH SHIT, HE KNOWS!
He came up to me and asked if a girl came in a green Honda Civic came by. I started to say, "Well, I..." when he interrupted me.
"Don't worry, all she took was the hat that my cat took a dump on." I figured that they had had a break up and said, "Yeah, she said not to say anything."
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Oh well."
And I thought I was dead. HA! I got away with it.
-- Havoc