Today in my Speech class, there was a special assignment. Three people had to get up and tell a sad/funny/scary story without using any nonverbal communication--for a get-out-of-one-assignment-free card. Of course, I went for it. The only issue was, if we made any nonverbal communication--a smile, a hand gesture, change in inflection--the other students would call out "strike," and three strikes and we were out. Well, I didn't make it through my story, so now it's bursting to get out of me, even though it's embarrassing. So y'all get a nice surprise.
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It all happened back in 9th grade. I was sitting in class, and suddenly, I had to go to the bathroom. Being too shy to actually say something to the teacher, I just held it in. That was my undoing. With about 10 minutes to go in class, I couldn't hold it any more, and peed my pants.
I spent my lunch break trying to dry my pants with paper towels and the hand dryer, with little effect.
Later in the day, it happened again. Middle of class, and I had to pee. At that point, I thought "What the h**l, I've already done it once today," and just peed my pants again.
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So yeah, sorry for anybody that was made uncomfortable by this story, but I couldn't hold it any longer. And for the rest of you, go ahead, make your jokes.
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