Not a shart..full blown shit

Okay so this is yet another story of me losing control of some bodily function...

I was in 2nd grade.  I think Ms. Miller was my teacher.  She had a chalk board to sign your name on when you needed to use the restroom.  Steven Smith was once  signing his name and threw up all over the chalkboard.  The teacher told us if it was ever an emergency to just GO to the restroom and not to bother signing our names.

There were 4 other classrooms that shared the same restroom.  The girls room had one big stall and one sink so even though 4 girls could be signed out to use the bathroom only one was going to be able to really use it.

I remember signing my name on the chalk board but I don't remember the urgency of having to use the bathroom.  I only remember walking into the bathroom and seeing Lynn Shea standing at the sink. I knew I was about to have a diarrhea but with the way I was brought up I certainly couldn't do something so disgusting when I knew there was a witness.  Girls do not fart, poop and especially no female has EVER and I repeat EVER had diarrhea.  Thanks Mother....

I was in total panic mode now.  I was in the stall the door was locked but Lynn was STILL at the sink.  I waited a bit longer and finally asked her to leave. She said she didn't have to.  I begged her to leave..Please please leave..and then I couldn't hold it any longer and  I filled my pants in less than  half a second.  I started crying and Lynn bolted.  Damn her. 

A teacher's aide came in shortly after and asked what was wrong because I was still crying.  I told her I went to the bathroom in my pants.  She put me in the search position.  Facing the wall, hands over my head against the wall and legs spread and she patted my bottom and said "you don't feel wet".  Well no duh I filled my pants with diarrhea.  I'm wondering why she can't A. smell it and B. feel that my bottom was very pillowy and quite a bit larger than normal.

The teachers aide left the bathroom but told me to stay put.  She came back a day later....  probably more like 15 mins but that's a long ass time for a 2nd grader to wait in the bathroom.  I was told to go wait at the front door of the school and my mother will be here any minute to pick me up.

Well my mother never picked me up..a big yellow checkered cab with my sister Mary showed up out front and that was my ride home.  I got in the back of the cab.  My sister was in the front seat and she told the cab driver I pooped my pants.  Well the cab driver forbid me to sit on the cab seats and pulled out this tiny little stool from the back of the front passengers seat.  So there I sat with a dump in my drawers and those drawers must have been brand new because nothing ever leaked out the elastic leg bands.

I wonder if Lynn Shea remembers this story?