We’ve all been there. You’re driving home, traffic is bad, the drive seems unending, people are honking, being rude, and the pacing never matches what your car does at idle.
Suddenly, without warning, you feel a shift in your stomach. You somehow feel looser. The tightness that you felt only moments ago is gone. The only way to mimic it is by flexing yourself as hard as possible. Sweat begins to build up. Panic ensues. You look around and you’re trapped. You see a way out, but it’s going to take some maneuvering and that guy behind you clearly has a dash camera. Who cares at this point. You force yourself over and make it to the exit lane, but that’s only half the battle. You still have to get home before something goes wrong. Before the attack gets worse. Before the world sees and smells your issues. You have diarrhea and you need to get home. Now.
Welcome to the real world, am I right?
