One Crappy Day

The next time I think I am having a bad day, I will simply think of this and realize that I should be thrilled by two things:
1.) I am not a teacher
2.)I have control over my bodily functions

Yeah. My day is better than that.

One time in elementary school (second grade I think), one of the boys in my class went to the bathroom and didn't come back for a long time. So the teacher went looking for him. She didn't find him wandering the halls or trying to sneak outside so she finally asked a kid walking down the hallway of he would go into the restroom and see if this other kid was in there. The kid walks through the door and almost immeediately comes quickly back out all bug-eyed. The teacher asks him what is wrong and he simply jerked open the door again and pointed. There was the boy, perched with one leg up on the side of the fountain sink and the other on the floor pedal, buck naked, washing his shorts in the sink. Evidently, he had stepped up to the urinal and started going to the bathroom, only to discover that he also had diarrhea squirting out of his
butt as well. So I guess he decided to wash himself off, wash his shorts and then wait for them to dry before coming back to class. He never lived it down throughout elementary school.

That's what I call a crappy day...