In 1999 I had dinner downtown on a Saturday with my
brother, sister-in-law and their kids, then around six and seven. We adults ordered the mahi mahi. It was a typical dinner out and the food
tasted great.
Sunday came and as the day went along I felt
fine. Later that evening I went to the
bathroom and made a startling discovery:
there was a bright yellow-orange spot the size of a silver dollar on the
back of my underwear. I don’t remember
feeling gassy or having any kind of intestinal distress. I was living at home at the time and mentioned
this to my dad (he was a registered nurse).
This continued throughout the day and I decided to call my doctor the
next day to make an appointment for an exam to see what the heck was going on
and how long I had to live.
My brother called me that evening and his first
words were, “Do you have yellow stuff coming out of your ass?” Well, as a matter of fact, I do! He woke up that morning and found bright
yellow-orange spots on their sheets. He
finally decided it may have been what we ate the day before and called me. I was a bit relieved that he had this problem
too, and that I had not left a message on my doctor’s phone (how
embarrassing!). This relief, however,
did not stop the yellow-orange stuff from coming out of my ass.
The next day at work I wore khaki pants. During the morning I went to the bathroom and
noticed more anal leakage had occurred (this is the phrase that peaked my
interest while listening to Q95 this morning).
It was visible on the back of my pants and we had an all-staff meeting
off site that afternoon. What to do? I
drove home, changed my pants, put on a liner and came back to work. I had just enough time.
By Tuesday the leakage was done. Whew!
I wanted to call the restaurant and let them know what had happened, but
how do you explain that to someone? I
had already suffered enough embarrassment so I left well enough alone. (If it happened now, I would ask them about
the escolar). This does not mean I
didn’t mention this to close friends (we still laugh about it). After Googling the fish I sent a link for an article
I’d found to my brother. I am certain
the restaurant passed off escolar as mahi mahi.
Bastards.
I will admit putting this story “out there” for the
world to read is very embarrassing. But
I have always been the first to laugh at myself, and I will also admit, this is
really funny stuff. (You can’t make this
yellow-orange stuff up!) And if I can
save just one person from the experience of having yellow-orange stuff coming
out of their ass, my embarrassment is well worth it.
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