Posted by: devises.
few days ago I had to go to a funeral (my godfather died badly designed) in Constitution. A quick trip to say goodbye to my sponsor. As the gentleman died on a Thursday I spent the whole weekend there to return on Sunday afternoon at La Serena.
Well, as often happens when I travel I try to eat livianito to avoid having to use annoying, unsanitary and smelly bathrooms bus. I sat in my seat that, given the circumstances, I'm another to settle for the corridor. My partner Travel was a mustachioed gentleman, thin air that he had a friend Moncho.
Short story, I fell asleep for a while and, as usually happens when I travel, my compass went crazy and had no idea where I was ... Although it was four in the afternoon. I read the newspaper when I heard a noise quite known to me. A cramping sounded as if the intestine was connected to a stereo amplification system.
Since there was not the little noise I looked at my seatmate. He was pale, sweating, getting the fascia of distress. I asked if he felt bad, and he replied mijta, you know, it seems lunch that I did wrong. I want to go to the bathroom. To which I replied, "ask the auxiliary bus if they can make a stop for you to go poop quiet (I've always been frank, and sometimes I realize that with such attitudes do not usually have much tact.)
Passenger: You know sir ... is that I have wanted to go to the bathroom.
Assistant: Down the hall, the left is the bathroom.
Pas: Yes, but I do not want to piss ... is that ...
Aux: Aaaah ... Sabeee Chuuuurra ... ... will not stop until you reach the toll. In any case missing about five minutes to get there.
Poor individual could not sit, in fact he was with his legs crossed (a clear sign that an alien is coming out the ass) and I believe that those five minutes were poor guy pal forever. At that point, the entire bus was unaware of the misfortune of the man.
The bus stopped at a toll that, given my compass mad god knows where he was, and the gentleman got out. He was jumping with legs crossed avoiding the rush of poop left their mark there. But as you say well what is wrong can be worse. Asked Mr. bath to charge the toll, they told him where I was (unfortunately pa was in the cab of the other way). In desperation the poor man did not know that the bathroom had no toilet paper! (By the way, the entire bus witnessed the suffering of the Lord. If people are very morbid, including me). Were returned from all over the road, bouncing, and the toll charge was paper, but in these industries. The poor fellow caught the roll quickly turned around and went bouncing down the road and the paper.
Within minutes the poor fellow appeared at the door. The color of his face matched the red light. And while I thought it was tactless auxiliary bus definitely screwed up, he said,
-Caballero, pa the other makes poop poop at home.
Given this experience, more so as livianito before traveling.
