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July 22, 2005
Runs on the Run
Yesterday, Meloknee and I were having a delightful conversation about FUBS (Fugged up Bowel Syndrome) with our boss. Boss-man is an adolescent at heart and procures much enjoyment from fart, poo-poo and bathroom stories. We indulge him because we are immature also and it makes us laugh like hyenas.
All the FUBS talk brought to mind a lovely little tid-bit that I thought I would share.
Several years ago while walking around Green Lake with my friends, Kat and Chippy, we decided it was necessary to make a brief pit stop. We walked toward the restroom facilities on the north end of the lake and just as we broke off so Chippy could hit the men’s room and Kat and I could use the ladies' a female jogger decked out in full running ensemble including wrist bands, headphones on, music blaring and water bottle attached to her hip, went barreling by bounding through the entrance and swooping in on the only stall in the joint.
Kat and I gave each other that “whatever bitch” look and queued up to wait. Seconds later we beat a hasty retreat out to the front of the building gagging and giggling at the same time. The noises and smells emitting from this tiny little jogger were exuberant to say the least.
At that moment Chippy returned to find us already waiting for him he was shocked that two girls could finish before him.
We were about to explain ourselves when the noises that chased us out of the bathroom in the first place came vibrating loudly through the giant vent secured in the top of the cement block wall. We all bent over laughing. And assuming they were paying attention anyone in a ten foot radius could have easily been an ear witness to the jogger’s boisterous performance.
We decided to wait around so we could snigger (we’re bitches like that) as miss jogger exited the facilities. The swirling, swooshing echo of the toilet flushing streamed like a waterfall through the vent and then the door flew open and without any flourish or even a glance in our direction, the runner with the runs kept on running.
Posted by bugg at July 22, 2005 11:15 AM
Comments
I love poop stories. I love when boss-man makes farting sounds when we talk about our yoga class.
Posted by: melanie at July 22, 2005 11:50 AM
i thought for sure you would comment on my masterful use of alliteration there at the end, gees!
Posted by: bugg at July 22, 2005 12:37 PM
Damn I miss you guys!
Posted by: laurap at July 25, 2005 11:49 AM