After lunch, I took the MRR2 back to my proposed location of choice, Cyberjaya. I didn't make it back, of course..
See, about 500m before the nearest petrol station, I felt the Shits* growing. So, I decided to speed up and hurry to the toilet. I made it there, of course and I only had one option, a squatting cubicle. I rolled my pants and undies and did my business well but as I reached for the hose, yes, I wash, my pants slipped from my armpit grip and fell in the toilet bowl.
I laughed then realised that I had nothing to wear but my pink-polka-dot-motif-boxers. I panicked! In my mind raced a million thoughts and the huge hole in my boxers was as useful as a one-legged man in a football match.
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| Please pay attention to only the boxers |
If this ever happens to you, here's what you should do:
1. Damage Control
If it's just a small patch, wash and pretend nothing happened. However, if like me once upon a time ago, my undies got soiled, roll the damn thing and throw it away. Then go commando and enjoy the soft touches of the fabric on your skin.
What happens if the toilet is full of people knocking on your door asking you to hurry the fuck up?
Shove the son-of-a-bitch in the toilet pump thingy and please have the decency to off the tap.
2. Do the right thing
Like what I did today, I called my boss who thankfully is my childhood friend, Mrs Violet Francis-Monterio and explained the situation:
Lett, I have something to tell you. Please don't get angry and try not to laugh
What's that?
My pants fell in the toilet bowl
(I swear she had the how-did-you-shit-that-your-pants-can-fall-into-the-bowl thought in her mind)
How can happen?
(I explained the situation)
I'll go home and change my pants then I'll come back to office
Hahahahaha..No need la..
So, I ran out of the toilet, wearing only my boxers and pants wet and rolled in my hands.
P.S. I'll explain what Shits* mean some other time
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