Like most people here, I don't know why I'm sharing this. Before I begin, please bear in mind that I was, like, 6 or 7 (you'll see why) So, I'm walking around town, with my dad. It's really crowded, and it was boiling all week. I had had a nice curry for lunch, and two hours on I need to relieve my bowels of the west-Asian strain I'd put it under. But we're walking round a library. So I have to hold on to my already digested spice ball, for another 40 mins. Finally, after a number of touch-cloth moments, we're outside. I, for whatever reason, didn't tell my dad I had to go, until we got outside. But, once we were out, it was my chance to look for a place to cleanse my lower half. After 5 minutes of intense clenching, and desperate head rotations (looking for a bathroom), nothing was found. Well, before I knew it the pain was gone... *phew But, that was when I felt it; rolling down my leg. [insert shudders here] I went quiet, and pale as hell. My dad would look at me and say: "Are you alright? You don't look great..." But, I couldn't hear him- I could only think of my lunch touching the back of my knee. Eventually, after, what seemed like, years of waiting and brisk walking, I could walk on, very, very quickly; dragging my dad along. We jogged (my dad oblivious as to why), never turning back. I heard an extremely shrill, loud exclamation from the man walking right behind us. I can only imagine what his shoe looked like. Later, my dad pointed out a public toilet. When I explained that I didn't need to go, he laughed hard for ages! Anyway. I don't know why I told you that.... But I did sooooo.... I hope you... Enjoyed?