- Some years ago, my wife and I, together with our young
daughter, took a circuitous summer train trip through France, Italy, Austria
and Germany. The last leg was an overnight express from Berlin that deposited
us at the Gare du Nord in Paris just at sunrise. Feeling washed out from
the ride, we made our separate ways to the facilities. I was standing
at the urinal with a bunch of other men, relieving myself, when I heard
this awful groaning coming from a stall. The groaning grew louder
and more painful sounding. Some guy was obviously having a terrible time
with his bowels. The agony continued, to the point that we who were by
now washing our hands at the sinks were looking at each other in puzzlement,
wondering what was going on. I even wondered if someone should ask if the
poor wretch if he needed help.
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- Finally
there was this enormous, impossibly long fart of incredible volume and
duration. This was followed by a long sigh of relief and an awful stench.
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- We
men in the rest room all looked at each other, shrugging and stifling laughs.
A few of us couldn't contain ourselves and actually burst out laughing.
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- There
was a shuffle in the stall, and the latch was turned. We couldn't resist.
Everyone turned to see who had just produced such a prodigious noise and
odor, expecting to see some huge, ponderous guy lumber out. Instead, a
shrivled little old man left the booth, nodded silently at the rest of
us, and exited the room.
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- I'm
reminded of this incident by the recent efforts in Congress to produce
a health care reform bill...
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