Flush it....

I don’t poop in public places.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, not the way you thought this was going to start off?

 

Hi. How are you? Are you having a good day? Anyway,

 

I don’t poop in public places.

 

Pooping is very human.

 

Pooping is natural.

 

I enjoy typing the word pooping. Why? Because in my latest profession, this is a very important assessment tool. Pooping.

 

 

 

 

Pooping.

 

When I was young enough to understand the birds and the bees and boys and girls and dating and smooching and what not, I understood that the first impression is vital to a dude wanting his friends to meet his lady.

 

One of our dear friends from church had gone gaga over this girl.

 

“I’m gonna marry her.”

 

Congratulations. Now stop making us think she might be a fictional character and bring her to the McBee household.

 

The date was set, dinner was in the oven, and we all awaited this lovely lady to grace our presence. I mean, we’d heard so much about her that I thought Mother Theresa was going to walk in.

 

A few minutes into our chatting the doorbell rang and in walked our friend accompanied by one of the prettiest, sweetest young ladies I have ever met. She was fun, she was funny, she seemed comfortable around his us, it was too good to be true.

 

Why is that you say? How dare I be a pessimist you say? JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE I SAY.

 

“Could I use your restroom real quick? I’ll be right back.”

 

“WHY SURE! It’s over there to your right.”

 

That girl TORE THAT PLACE UP.

 

I don’t know what happened in there. Something close to death, but there was no visual evidence of rotting flesh, just a nasal explosion of what might have been tostadas, a dead raccoon, 82 maggots, and a partridge in a tree made of feces.

 

Everyone tried to act like nothing happened, but you quickly catch on to people talking through their noses and faces turning a soft shade of indigo from trying to ignore the drive to inhale.

 

 

 

I’ll never forget that. They eventually married. Sweetest thing in the world, but I think about it the nine or ten times I’ve seen her since. It’s hard to forget. I probably look like an idiot, smiling like I have an inside joke no one understands because in fact I do have an inside joke that no one understands.

 

So, yeah, based on that day, I don’t poop in public places, because I don’t want people to remember me by my waste products. By my garbage. Because they will, given the chance.

 

Hmmmm…..I wonder how often I do that with my words? I have many opportunities these days through cell phones, social media, just socializing in general to only expose my garbage.

 

I could be the sweetest thing in the world, but people will remember just that. The garbage. It could be years from now, but given the opportunity, no matter how hard they try, people will inevitably turn back to the stinkiest memory they have of me based on what I shared in public.

 

Just a thought for the day.

 

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