Narrating Your Boo Boos

By “boo boos,” I am referring to pooping. This story dates back almost 20 years, during a period when I was visiting my friends in Norman, Oklahoma quite often.

Certain aspects of our lives demand a strong narrative. This is not one of them.
Certain aspects of our lives demand a strong narrative. This is not one of them.

We decided to meet for lunch one Sunday at Sooner Fashion Mall. As we arrived, I ducked into the bathroom at Piccadilly Cafeteria for a bathroom break (even though we weren’t eating there.) Upon sitting down and beginning doing my business, I noted the stall next to mine was occupied.

What happened next was odd. A voice came from the stall next to me. “Oh, yeah. This is gonna be a good one. Here it comes! Oh, yeah.”

It was one of those things that you think you might have imagined. Maybe if it didn’t really happen and I am quiet, it won’t happen again.

“Okay, here comes another one. This one’s gonna be even better. Ooohhh yeah!”

At that point I buttoned up my business and got out of there.

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2 Comments

  1. According to a bumper sticker I saw today, OMG stands for “Obama Must Go!”

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