Run for your life if you can, little girl. I had a run in, run around and a run down, run around the corner, corner, Lord ran smack into a tree. The river runs deep, so I will try my best to run with this prompt. Don’t you hate it when you have the runs, like after you have those runny eggs and coffee for breakfast and it hits you all of a sudden. It is not so bad if you are at home and you can run to the bathroom, but when you are out on the road, like where can you stop. Some establishments have decent bathrooms and then there is that other type, which you don’t want to visit, unless it is already running through your underwear and down your leg. Those places where the smell is so bad that it chocks you even before you open the door to go in. You know that there won’t be any paper to wipe with and you would rather go outside and wipe yourself with grass and leaves, but you don’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure.
Admit it, we have all had those days where you didn’t quite get there in time and it hits you so suddenly that you are too late, because you have already created a big stinking mess. I have pooped my pants and I was glad that I wasn’t wearing white pants at the time. This does not just happen to babies wearing diapers, it also happens to adults. I had a very embarrassing day in third grade, yea I know that I was eight years old at the time, but when irritable bowel syndrome hits you, it usually comes on so suddenly, that well shit’s gonna happen. You have to take the bad days along with the good ones and I should have raised my hand quicker to be excused, however I figured if I could just let a little bit of gas out, that the feeling would pass. Big mistake, I know that now and my mom had to come to me school with new clothes for me to wear. My classmates called me poopie pants for the rest of the year. I don’t think that this makes me a bad human, as we all make mistakes and every once in a while, an accident happens. Sorry, I have to stop here, as I am going to make a run to the bathroom.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where this week’s prompt is “run”.