Terrible accident on my plane

Day 219

New York, NY

I thought I was getting better by the time I made it onto the plane and indeed everything seemed to be fine, but disaster was looming. I had my meal (I don’t recommend the Continental Seafood choice, unless you like nasty canned tuna) and settled down to endure as much of ‘Alvin and the Chipmunks’ as I could bear. I managed about half before my mental nausea got the better of me and I went to wait for  my the toilet. I was feeling much better, I was a bit gassy but I had mostly lost my physical nausea from the morning and was feeling much stronger. I waited for ages and ages, after maybe 15 minutes I went to sit down again and the woman soon came out. Little did I know there was about to be an explosion!

I went up to the toilet and locked the door. My stomach rumbled, I could sense an after effect of the bad meal from the day before bubbling away in my guts. The fans whirled in the bathroom and I savored the feeling of simple privacy being alone gave me. I felt the usual feeling of minor flatulence from an upset stomach and let out a little gas.

I froze in shock and disgust for just second.

There is always a time for a first experience and this was one of those moments. I just hope its my last.

I spun around and ripped my trousers down faster then I have ever done, dreading more disaster and reeling with the horror of what had just happened. 24 hours later the dodgy lentil soup which had caused me so many problems had reappeared at a most inopportune moment and with the same consistency. I was properly horrified but the size of the problem wasn’t as great as it could have been and mercifully limited to my my underpants. I carefully removed my clothes and cleaned myself up. I had suspected I might not get my bag delivered so had a some spare clothes in my hand luggage. This was the second slice of luck, if you can have such a thing while soiling yourself on a plane. The first being of course that the accident only happened while I was in the bathroom.

I’m sure they thought I was mixing noxious chemicals in the bathroom since I was in there forever but luckily no one else was waiting when I was finally ready to leave and I dashed to get my spare shorts. If I was going to get a repeat of the disaster I would like it with another layer of protection. I wasn’t even carrying any imodium in my bag. I must have traveled 200,000 miles over the last few years, always with something to protect again such a disaster and now I didn’t have any. I would just have to pray there wouldn’t be more trouble.

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