A summer morning on the beach you smell poop Author: Anonymous.
few years ago with my boyfriend (now husband) on the beach. We had about 4 months of courtship and was the first time he went with his parents, so I had to behave like Mademoiselle and try to please them as much as possible.
The first few days all went well, but from the fourth day, when they decided to make a paella with more friends, things changed. The truth is that I like the social life, eating and drinking, but suffer from the excesses and batting with me curb costs.
Well, the truth is that was going cachilupi, the food was exquisite I took several glasses of wine and a digestif I do not like strong drinks and I took a Chelita, which incidentally were heladísimas. Okay, so the evening came, the night and I felt better.
next day my boyfriend had to go was James, but returned in the afternoon. While I was alone with her parents, who by this time of the visit was all love.
They must have been like 10 in the morning when the cramps started fatal. I go to the restroom and was busy.
my mother appears and tells me
- cute Do not worry, the Checho not delay anything in the bathroom, and going to the supermarket so you'll be alone for a while.
between distressed and I was happy because I was able to evacuate in the house alone and all open windows. I went to the bedroom
walking like a penguin and attentive to the father leaves the bathroom. But begin to leave the damn PEOs that signal that has been mierdal. He could not push more. The milestone was damn nose out. I started traspirar ice cream, came all the garbage consumed the previous day and would be a flood insurance.
begin to walk around the room thinking about something and holding the surullo. My in-laws did not even bother leaving the house. I keep pushing and I feel a warm tears running down my cheek. I was already desperate.
try to think of something. I look at every corner, but did not think of anything, well not enough to reach the courtyard. Suddenly I open the closet and see the miracle savior. An old shoe box with some cachureos in, not even fixed me there inside. The gap in the darkest place the furniture, the sac and I settle on it. I can swear I left all that crap while I felt a choir of angels sang the song of joy. Hahaha ... anyway.
was a shameful episode that years later I confessed to my husband. The gave me a face like unhinged and told me that the box had memories of his childhood, but I told everything was in the closet, all I used was the case. He stared a moment and laughed. My in-laws still do not know the story and I would die of shame if they knew.
N. E: The story was rising as it came in the mail, only edited for language and otografía.
