So here’s the thing, on Tuesdays & Thursdays we have the privilege of walking to a close neighborhood that’s in a pretty dangerous part of town. I was on the walk there with my squad just chilling when all of a sudden my stomach took a turn for the worse. I had to grab my team leader and tell her because I knew I wouldn’t be able to go the three full hours without pooping my pants, and there were no bathrooms where we were going.
So we take a look around us and see nothing but cinder block homes and tiendas that you can tell definitely don’t have public restrooms even if we were customers. We grabbed our squad leader and then we eventually had to tell Oscar, the sweetest man who takes & leads us to the neighborhood.
“Can you make it a little longer?” he asked.
… I guess… with the most embarrassing thoughts and emotions running through my mind. I basically just told everyone I’m gonna poop my pants… and I’m 27.
We all of a sudden followed Oscar down an alley to a yellow door where he knocked, went in, and told us to wait outside… yeah kinda sketchy as I’m standing outside full of regret with my squad leader and a stomach full of poop cramps… Just then my whole squad comes following us because of some miscommunication on the main road so the only option I had was to go tell them as a crowd that I had to poop…
We get the okay to come inside and I walk in on the dirt floor and get pointed to the bathroom, a 3×3 sized square with a toilet in two between cinder block walls. I close the metal door but I can still see all the people outside of the door due to the cracks and holes in the walls that just happen to be at eye level. As I’m sitting there incredibly sick to my stomach, and in a dead silent crowd, I have to poop diarrhea and it was honestly miserably embarrassing.
After a few minutes I made eye contact with Kayla, my squad leader, through the hole in the wall and could see the men talking. I then in that very moment realized there was a curtain I could pull across to have a little more privacy…
It didn’t help the noise, the gas, or the smell… or the fact that there was not a flusher where I could courtesy flush for the people in order to lessen the smell or sound effects, but it made the eye contact much less.
After what felt like an eternity I then had to leave my poop there in the toilet, walk outside the bathroom with the bucket, and get water to bring back in order for gravity flush the toilet.
Then we went to ministry, maybe a little bit later than planned.
You could say I’m scarred, that’s for sure.
But now I officially have a World Race poop story so really is it a win?
Oh my Kristin, it’s been bad enough when I’ve had that scenario around people I know with only thin walls. Finally, someone posts some heartfelt try stories and they don’t get anymore heartfelt than what you just shared cause all of us feel for you! Honestly though, I’m not sure how the fellas didn’t start cracking up because males we never mature beyond the age of 12 when it comes to poop humor! Bless you and thank you for serving! Brian