The night air was thick and warm as the streets of
Vietnams Ho Chi Minh City pulsated with energy. I slipped into a
local supermarket to grab some last-minute snacks, something that
had become a ritual when prepping for an overnight bus ride. The
supermarket aisles were just as relentless as the motorbike filled
streets. All I wanted to do was run in, get what supplies I needed
and get out.
Tall shelves cascaded over me as I tried to make out
the aisle signs. Busy lives pushed past with baskets and trolleys,
oblivious to my presence. I stood there in a daze. The hairs on my
arms rose as a cool sensation swept through my body and turned into
a burning fire.
As I held onto my lower gut, another wave came
crashing, then disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. I tried to
disregard the sensation that crept over me, sending further
uncertainty through my body. My stomach began to feel as if it was
performing an acrobatic routine with gasping twists, turns and
gut-wrenching tumbles. My breathing became heavier and I started
reciting the items on my shopping list over and over in my head
trying to drown out the gurgling coming from my stomach with the
sound of my own voice.
Water, Oreos, crackers,
Water, Oreos, GURGLE,
GURGLE, water, Oreos, crackers!
I spotted the snack aisle and beelined towards it,
pushing past anybody that stood in my way. As the gurgles began to
overtake the sound of my chanting, a feeling of urgency came upon
me, so I scanned the shelf, sifting through seaweed and mi
goreng-flavoured chips. Losing sight of my mission as the exotic
flavours of the snack aisle took my attention, I felt another wave,
except this time it was more like a tsunami.
Just like that, there it was: warm but subtle as it
slipped right through me, taking advantage of my distracted mind.
As it broke the air, I snapped out of my trance, trying to clench
my butt cheeks together, but it was too late. The deed was already
I shat myself. In public. Wearing nothing but a skimpy g-string
in an A-cut style mini dress.
There was nothing to conceal what I had bestowed upon
the local supermarket shoppers, who just innocent bystanders to my
atrocity. Droplets of sweat formed on my forehead and cascaded down
my face to meet with my tears of self-pity. I couldnt believe my
own body had defied me as I stood there, holding in every last bit
of what was left of my lunch.
I wanted to throw myself onto the floo...