Every Monday morning two years ago I had to go to school earlier than normal to chair a weekly meeting for the school's Cultural Awareness Committee. On this particular morning, I woke up extra early to eat breakfast because I assumed that -- although I haven't had a breakfast meal in three or four years -- it would be good for me. I ate a big breakfast of eggs, toast, whole milk, and pancakes -- an American breakfast for an Asian American.
All was fine as I drove to school; I parked the car in the premium parking spot because no one was there yet. I swung my bag upon my shoulders as I strode at a slow pace towards the room where we hold the meeting.
My friend let me in and we talked as we waited for the rest of the club to arrive. I was feeling good -- my stomach was full and I was ready to take on the day.
Everyone had arrived and the meeting was about to begin. Right as I started to initiate the meeting, my stomach grumbled, as if it were telling me, "I'm digesting your food -- be ready." I ignored the warning and went about the meeting.
Fifteen minutes passed by before I realized that the turd missile was ready for launch. I clenched my butt to delay the blastoff, all the while listening to new ideas for the club. Since I was running the meeting, I was not in a position to leave it -- otherwise I would have.
As soon as I'd had enough, I declared that the meeting would end early that day because there were already a lot of good ideas. Everyone packed up and left, and I was the last one behind. While I was walking all-so-carefully out the door, a friend of mine that I haven't seen in a while jumps out from around the door and scares the shit out of me. Literally.
Much like in my pants, the first thing to come out of my mouth was, "Oh, shit." It was disgusting, and I didn't know what to do. I told my friend that it was good to see him, but I had to get to one of my classes early because I had shit to do.
I hobbled to the nearest washroom and cleaned up. Luckily it stuck all over my underwear, so I threw those in the trash. I wiped up, watered down, and went commando the rest of the day. My American Breakfast got the better of me that day. And it goes to show you that you shouldn't change your eating habits.
-- Datmandoo