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Make Way For Baby

Posted 11.19.2007 by 3 shits to the wind (10)
For as long as I can remember, my life has been riddled with digestive difficulties. As a baby, I cried constantly over an upset stomach. But there eventually came a time when I had to leave my diapers behind and venture into the world of shitting without a safety-net. In this universe of adulthood, you either make it to a toilet... or you don't.

I consider myself a germiphobe. I despise urinating in public bathrooms, let alone having a bowel movement in one. When I'm forced to come into contact with those germ-filled hell-holes, I'm always sure to clean the seat with toilet paper, put on the protective seat cover, and then squat for added security.

There have been a handful of times in my life, all of which I can distinctly remember, when I've had to throw away all standards of cleanliness and let loose in the most undesirable of places. Each of these incidents was preceded by a restaurant meal. Of course, there are no warning signs until long after I have left the restaurant, which makes the only solution to jump out of the car and shit in the nearest gas station, fast-food chain, or even the dirt sidelining of a busy highway. This latest time, however, is worthy of noting.

I was home from college and decided to go to lunch with my longtime friend, Max. We have known each other for years and make it a point to have private time together to catch up and reflect whenever we're home. So Max took me to an authentic Mexican restaurant downtown. I had read about it in a number of magazines, and knew that it had gotten great reviews.

I had been drinking tons of water all day. I really had to pee. So when we finally arrived at the restaurant, I looked for the bathroom before we sat down at the table. But the bathroom was out of order, and the waitress spoke so little English that I couldn't understand where to find another one. I figured that it wasn't worth it, and that I would wait until we got home to go.

I know what you're thinking: I should have seen it coming. The combination of authentic Mexican cuisine, a history of digestive problems, and an out-of-order bathroom. But I *didn't* see it coming, and that's why I'm writing this today.

We ate our meal, and it was quite enjoyable. I had chicken fajitas. I subbed black beans for rice. Another mistake.

After we got our check, I still had to pee, but Max and I decided to get in the car and head back home and use the bathroom there. As I mentioned before, I always prefer my own bathroom anyway. It was only a few minutes into the car ride that I realized I was having an emergency. My bowels were churning so horribly that they could be heard in the silent car. I generally don't discuss pooping with Max, but at this point there was no choice. It was an emergency; and from the sounds coming out of my body, he could tell.

I needed to release the pressure, but I knew that farting would lead to a full release of my entire internal contents. He told me not to worry, that we would be home soon. My face became red and hot and I was clenching my anus so tightly that I thought I was going to explode.

I unbuckled my seat belt and lifted my butt above the seat to achieve an easier means of tightening my colon. The shit was coming. It was just a matter of time.

I was concentrating so hard on not coating my friend's camel-colored leather seats in liquid shit that I hadn't taken the time to notice what surrounded me. We were in traffic. And not your average traffic. This was really, really bad. Bumper to bumper bad. It looked like we were in a parking lot.

I told Max that I wasn't going to make it. I started to think of alternative solutions. I screamed in agony, hoping that the release of mental pressure would also alleviate the physical. It didn't.

At that point, Max did what any good friend would do. He rolled down his window and screamed at the top of his lungs, "We're having a baby! We're having a baby, people! Move it!"

I rolled down my window and chimed in. Before I knew it, we were screaming at the top of our lungs -- him out of fear, me out of agony. Lo and behold, little by little, the cars moved out of the way, and we carved our way out of the mass of immobile automobiles.

We made good time, but it wasn't good enough. We were only a few minutes from my house when I simply couldn't hold it any more. I decided to let out a small fart to relieve some of the agony and to hopefully stop the shooting pains that were running through my stomach like bullets; the source may have well been a machine gun at this point.

I couldn't stop it. I was using my hands to hold my airborne butt cheeks together in the hopes of gaining a bit more time. Finally, I loosened my grip a bit in a desperate attempt of controlling an escape.

I felt a release of pressure unlike anything I have ever felt before. My hands were coated in warm liquid. The liquid had soaked my underwear, my jeans, my hands, and now the car seat. It was truly the definition of bittersweet: the ultimate relief, mixed with the ultimate humiliation.

Great comment! +1 point
Deja Poo (649) -- 11.19.2007

In other news tonight, a startling drama unfolded on I-5 this evening. At approximately 5:10 this afternoon, 3SitW and Max of Long Beach went into labor after dining at Pedro's Tacos. Stuck in rush hour traffic, both expectant parents were seen leaning from the windows screaming in order to move vehicles from the rush hour gridlock. But their efforts were too little and too late. When just minutes from the family home, baby Brownie was delivered in the front seat of the car on the camel colored leather.

A passing motorist stopped to assist the new parents and had this to report. "I had just gotten on to the interstate when I heard this screaming and yelling and something about a baby. As a registered nurse, I felt it was my duty to help. So I followed the car down the exit ramp, where I saw the driver flailing his arms and the passenger lean back against the seat and arch their stomach into the air in an obvious painful contraction. I rushed to their car but the baby had come by that time."

"I had forgotten what Obstetrics was like. I was going to offer some help but the smell was repelling. It was everything I could do to pull myself back to my car and get the hell out of there."

At last report, baby Brownie and parents are doing fine. Their car, however, was a total loss.
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Yo quiero Taco Bell.

doniker (1534) -- 11.19.2007

how could you sit and enjoy a meal when you have to take a massive piss?

I could never do it.

The Thunderous ... (710) -- 11.19.2007

Also doniker all that water is pushing on the colon as well so its no surprise this person took the dump they did. I do like the "we're having a baby" I think that might be a step above Code Brown.
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

prarie doggin (2287) -- 11.19.2007

My usual response to "the bathroom is out of order" is "well then, where do you shit?". If I dont get a good response (and accomodation) then I am not going to eat there.

daphne (3668) -- 11.19.2007

Good point, prarie. Where do the employees relieve themselves during their workshift?

I would not have waited, myself, to find a restroom; but if we all had 20/20 foresight, would we have Pooreport?


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prarie doggin (2287) -- 11.19.2007

In my opinion, if a bathroom in a public place is out of order, then the public has the right to use the employee facility. If it is "out of order" because they dont want to keep it clean, then they should change to a take out only place. Dont make me tell you what I did at a gas station once.

Great comment! +1 point
When it Shits i... (47) -- 11.19.2007

One time when I worked at the groecery store, the city shut off all its water and the manager locked all the restrooms in the building so crap wouldnt pile up. Some poor lady that needed to shit came in and just lay by the door shaking, trying to hold it in. She saw me and begged me to open the door. I told her I didnt have the key and went and told my manager. He wanted me to tell the lady she was shit out of luck pretty much. I felt so bad for her that I told him i couldn't do that and he went to talk to her.

About 5 minutes later I heard a page for "Joe to customer service with a Mop and Bucket" followed by "James please page line 7".

The poor lady had shat herself by the restroom when he wouldnt open the door and Joe couldnt get a "mop and bucket" cuz there was no water to fill the bucket!

Long story short he had to clean it up with paper towels and bleach.

I haven't ever felt such empathy as someone as in that moment when i truly appreciated the suffering the lady was going through. Poor woman.

Mary Queen of Scats (387) -- 11.20.2007

Just one question: did your friend make you clean his car seats?

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Hey! That's my robe!

Anonymous Coward (not verified) -- 11.20.2007

The following sentance.. "We have known each other for years and make it a point to have private time together to catch up and reflect whenever we're home.".. is there a little more than a strong friendship going on here?

Deja Poo (649) -- 11.20.2007

Of course there is, AC. They had a baby together. That kind of bonding can never be forgotten.
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Yo quiero Taco Bell.

Gaseous Glay (117) -- 11.21.2007

When it comes to ethnic cuisine, sometimes the less authentic it is the better. Question: You were in parking lot like traffic. What was the rest of the ride like and how long did it take? Did you clean the car?

Captain Craptastic (85) -- 11.25.2007

This is exactly why I always keep a roll of toilet paper AND a roll of paper towels AND several clean(ish) rags in the car: YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THE EMERGENCY POOP WILL STRIKE! Be prepared and ready for any contingency. As to eating while needing to pee, that must have been tough. We guys have it easy as far as relief on the fly, I sympathize with your plight. ----Captain Craptastic!!!

Poonanza (74) -- 11.26.2007

Man, so close but yet so far. I feel for you. Max sure is a clever friend, though!

Crappen Geocacher (15) -- 11.29.2007

Yah, if we did have 20/20 foresight, we would not be filling out accident reports of the brown kind on poopreport.com here.

Comming into winter here, it would be hard to immagine being stuck on the ice in below freezing weather, and having to crap. So I will make sure I have kitty litter, and a shovel, and maybe salt, and paper towels for cleaning up. Also I might have some garbage bags in the car, if I or somebody has gas buildup in their gut, they would have to sit on a garbagebag to protect the seat.

People with campers have it easy, when they have a toilet onboard.

the bathroom skyper (not verified) -- 02.06.2008

fuckinell you poor bastard!

Mrs. Mad Crapper (83) -- 11.19.2008

we're having a baby! we're having a baby! oh my god I almost spit my rootbeer all over my computer with that one. great story. you should have just jumped out of the car and shit on the side of the highway.

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