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The Roadrunner

Posted 05.27.2004 by Artemis (12)
Soon after I moved to Los Angeles, I took up yoga. One morning after a class a few of my classmates decided we should go downtown for the "best pastrami sandwiches in the world." We went to the spot (a kosher deli in the middle of the barrio) and they were right -- it was indeed the best reuben I ever tasted.

Since we were already downtown, someone suggested a stroll through the fabric district to see all the little shops that sell knock-off goods. Most of these places are just storefronts, with no real sales floor and, more importantly, NO RESTROOMS.

About halfway through our tour, I started to feel a rumble in the Bronx. Unlike normal gas, this was accompanied by a twisting sensation and the feeling that the bottom of my stomach had completely dropped away from the remains of my tasty sandwich. If my duodenum was a trap door, the hinges were broken.

I tried to conceal my discomfort while covertly looking for a bathroom. My sphincter was clenching so tight that sweat broke out on my upper lip. After about five minutes, I realized I was going to need help, so I confessed my situation to my classmates, downplaying the agonizing cramps I was feeling. I was hoping one of them knew of a restroom somewhere in the area. The only one they knew of was in a fabric store a block away -- a crowded, vendor-filled block.

I had been taking care not to walk too fast, much less get jostled and shoved in a crowd of strangers, but I knew it was my only chance; so I squeezed my ass cheeks together and speed-walked to the fabric store. It was running through my mind that I might actually have to take a crap an alley if I didn't feel I could make it. I figured people might think it was performance art...

When I got there, imagine my dismay when I found 1) there was a line; and 2) it was a pay toilet, and I didn't have any change. Well, call me Blanche, because the woman in front of me took one look at my face and told me to go ahead of her, AND she gave me a quarter. I felt bad, knowing I was about to go in there and make the place unlivable, but the stabbing pain in my lower abdomen forced me not to care.

As I exited some minutes later, one of my classmates was waiting for me -- her husband had gone to get the car and would meet us to take me home. She told me that the sandwich had been known to cause a bit of an upset, but never with such immediacy. I nodded weakly; I had very little fluid left in my body at the time.

We got a third of the way home when I felt the second wave. This time I knew there would be no ten-minute interlude -- it was my first and only warning. The driver noticed my face in the rearview mirror and began scanning the area for a restroom, but I was quicker -- as he slowed for a red light, I wordlessly bolted out of the car and across two lanes of traffic into a restaurant.

I guess they circled the block, because they were waiting when I came out. They said they had never seen anyone run so fast...

-- Artemis

The Heretic (not verified) -- 05.27.2004

Good story. However, in the first paragraph you use "Kosher Deli" in juxtaposition to "Rueben Sandwich." If the Rueben had Swiss cheese (or any other dairy product) on it, that was not a Kosher Deli.

Peace on Rye. TH.

daphne (3489) -- 05.27.2004

Leave it to Moses's evil twin to notice the Kosher deli snafu!

pwalsh67 (not verified) -- 05.27.2004

Good story, LOL.

wononna (not verified) -- 05.27.2004

wow boy you dont eat around alot do you. how pleasant do you think it is for your classmates to have to see that face knowin you gotta go and fast it is nasty and 2 times. next time drive your own car and install a portable seat in tha back.

The Fartist (66) -- 05.27.2004

i feel your pain. sometimes i think of myself as a puppy...i often have to go within a half-hour of eating. that usually means i have to find a stanktuary and go concess. at least you didn't drop a dooben in your pants!

daphne (3489) -- 05.27.2004

"Rumble in the Bronx". Hehehehe. Great line, Artemis. Your name is one of my favorite mythological characters, because she was the original animal rights activist and cps investigator, but she also was a hunter, just like you!!!! Hunting for that toilet.

And, I understand why yoga may have played a part in this,too, because my mom is in advanced classes, and the fart stories she brings home are hysterical. I guess there is this one position where half the class will pass gas, the other half dies laughing about it, and at least once a month someone leaves class 10 minutes later to pee.

Can you tell me if this sounds familiar to you? I'll have to find out which position it is. All in all, great Friday reading.

sammy (not verified) -- 05.28.2004

nothing like the shits to spoil an afternoon out shopping, well having no money i suppose would spoil it too, no money AND the shits.... the situation becomes dire, lol great story and the woman in front of you must have been heaven sent

Di Uhreea (409) -- 05.28.2004

OMG - Stanktuary!!!
Niiiiiice.

Jack Scat (81) -- 05.29.2004

"Call me Blanche."
Never heard that one used before. Pretty funny

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fruit poot (not verified) -- 05.29.2004

this story sux. u didnt even talk about the actual pooping. this story could of been better.

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Deuce Fan (not verified) -- 06.02.2004

This story is a total fucking lie. Plus it wasnt funny at all.

Carlos (69) -- 06.02.2004

Shut up Deuce Fan your a dousch bag. The story was funny and what makes you think its a lie?

poop-a-riffic (not verified) -- 06.03.2004

I want to hear the story from the perspective of the woman that let you get ahead of her. I bet her story is full of twists and horrible odors

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Deuce Fan (not verified) -- 06.04.2004

Why was my response to Carlos deleted? You fucking admin fags. Quit censoring shit.

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Deuce Fan (not verified) -- 06.04.2004

I wrote about all the holes in this story. I guess this site endorses lies and embellished stories. The respect I had for this site was just lost. What a clean site. Not my shit worthy.

Artemis (12) -- 06.08.2004

Nice call on the whole "kosher" "reuben" thing - I'm not a member of the Tribe so I don't know how else to refer to it, but I thought you just had to keep the meat and dairy seperate in the kitchen, not that you couldn't eat them together.
Sorry the story doesn't have more details - I think I passed out from dehydration during the process.
I can provide a detailed description of the mucus balls attached to the footlong I had this morning...

Thanks to all who had constructive comments!

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total asshole (not verified) -- 06.13.2004

haha

Penny (not verified) -- 06.13.2004

When caught short you will be amaxed at how discreet you can be by backing up to a wall and just taking down your clothing to expose what is needed. Let go and walk away. You will in all probibility never see any of those people again.

dookie dog (not verified) -- 06.15.2004

Penny! so that was you that shit all over my dumpster wall at work, quite the stank, looked like b.b.q. shit on the shingle they serve at the shelter across the street.

Matthew (lettergrader) (not verified) -- 10.24.2004

Hey Artemis:

I didn't really understand the story. But a lot of other people seemed to like it. So, I'll give you a passing grade. C-.

Bunga Din (1239) -- 11.03.2005

AQrtemis, mucus balls on a foot long, pray doooo tell. roflmao;

Anakah (12) -- 09.17.2006

At least you had really understanding friends.:)

healthy 1 (1423) -- 09.17.2006

Good first story Artemis. Just think what could have happened if that nice lady wasn't there. No quarter, no toilet.
_______
Jammin' lo'flo's since 1977.

GottaGoGirl (2615) -- 09.17.2006

I enjoyed this story; it was very down-to-earth. I hope you've "paid it forward" and done a kindness for someone the same way that nice lady did who gave you the quarter.

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