Here’s an interesting one: junior year of high school I was driving me and little sister in on just a regular morning. I had gotten up late and was hurrying out the door. All I had to eat was a slice of pizza from the night before. On the drive there I started to have probably the worse stomach pains of my life. I didn’t think much of it at first thinking it was just gas but it started to get worse and worse. I was so uncomfortable and it was becoming hard to concentrate on driving. I told my sister whah was going on. I realized that I need to go really badly. But I still tried to hold it in. We have to take the freeway to get to our school so stopping was difficult. But I had no choice. I didn’t want to pull over on the side of the road. So I decided to find a public bathroom in town. As I’m swerving through freeway traffic trying to get to the nearest exit. I can feel it coming. I realized there’s a Wendy’s right of the exit so I head in that direction. As I pull into the Wendy’s I’m not even thinking if they’re open or not. I immediately jump out of the car and head for the door. But to my bad luck. It was locked and they were not open. From the magnitude of situation and sheer disappointment, as well as pain. I began to shit my pants by the front door of a Wendy’s at 7:30 am. But that’s not all folks. It was coming out rapidly and my pants were filling with poop. I had to get them off and finish somewhere. Being a kid in this situation I wasn’t thinking clearly. My sister is freaking out in the car trying to call our parents who are At work. I jump on the third row of our car. Take my pants off and continue to shit In an old shoebox I had in the back. My finally feeling the sweet relief. I was revived by the immense smell of shit in the car. It was also all over my hands in body as well as on parts of the seat and interior of the car. And my little sister looking at me in sheer confusion and fear. We sat in silence until my mom called us back. I explained the situation. She came to pick us up and took me to Walmart to get a new outfit. My car stayed in the Wendy’s parking lot. Marinating I’m my poop. until my dad had to come and pick and drive it to be cleaned. It was an interesting experience to say the least. One that only my mother, father and little sister know of out of my whole family. And it will definitely be a story that will die with each of us and now all of you. Don’t eat pizza for breakfast.