It came out from the top. You know, just in case you
were curious. I got to taste all that delicious chicken and salsa a
second time, and when I was done, felt a new strength fill me. I left
that bathroom with a skip in my step, we said our Gracias for the meal, and
headed back out to the street to work.
About 5 minutes into our walk we passed by our favorite
Senora de Raspados. We're pretty tight with her. She lets us sit
and chill in her shade as we snack on our Raspados. This time only Hna.
Bautista got to enjoy the sweet goodness of those homemade snow cones. I'm
not so stupid as to eat a sugar-bomb only 5 minutes after emptying everything in
my stomach, as she ate, we began to contact everyone else who passed by.
With each minute that passed by I felt someone turning up the bubble
notch in my Jacuzzi stomach. Bit by bit I began to talk less and slump
lower and lower in my bucket seat by the side of the dusty road. Within
10 minutes, my companion was the only one talking and others had begun to tell
me how white I looked. Now considering that I am significantly whiter
than 99% of the people here, that's saying a lot. So ending the contact
we began looking for a place that could possibly sell that heavenly pink thing
called Peptobismal.
About 6 steps away from our last contact we came across a
tienda. Entering, my companion asked if they sold meds and I asked if
they had a bathroom. At this moment, the people began to move incredibly
slow. It was as though they weren't familiar with the word "bano"
and didn't know where to turn. But I couldn't wait for them. Things
were becoming urgent. That sourer taste had become quite potent in the back
of my throat and I knew I didn't have much time. I kept telling my
companion "ahora! bano ahora!" hoping that hearing it with her Mexican
accent would help them move faster. I guess it worked because some guy in
a yellow shirt emerged from a mound of tortilla chips and started guiding us
through a maze of towers formed of paper-towels, dog food, cooking oil, and
beans.
But he couldn't walk fast enough! I felt it coming up
and there was no stopping it. My hands flew to my mouth. No not
yet! We havent even made it past the pile of pineapples! My
companion must have seen my body reflex and began to push me from behind as
well. But the yellow shirt was still in my way! It started to come
up again. No! My hands pressed even harder against my mouth but
even still, a few squirts came out through the fingers. Why wont he walk
faster! Does he not like his yellow shirt? I guess I can make it
ty-dye. Finally he moved, the doorway appeared, and I threw myself into the
darkness once more.
To be continued...
You are killing me with the suspense! I can't handle these 3 part-episodes. WHAT WILL HAPPEN????
ReplyDeleteCan't stand the suspense.
ReplyDeleteYour mission blog will one day be a best seller. You are the new Erma Bombeck.
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