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Rated: 18+ · Book · Experience · #2128553
A place for my thoughts , activities, and experiences
#1066760 added March 24, 2024 at 5:49pm
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~Toots there It is~shaka laka~
At another site a question was asked. What do old people do?


My response: I can't tell you that. Because I don't remember. Jk.

Older people do lots of things that they might not do if they were younger, depending on what it is.


And so, I decided to share an experience tell a story.


One day I was at church, and we church members volunteered to help pack meals to be sent to starving children in the Ukraine. We often help out other churches.

At least thirty people showed up at the church on the next street over from ours. I got to dump in a scoop of dried vegetables in each package. Other members tossed in scoops of rice. Other people added the seasonings, weighed, bagged them, and yet another sealed the package.

During the packaging, my feet started getting cramps in them. I wanted to sit down or walk it off.
But soon we were about to quit anyway.


Next the other church, wanted a group picture. We all went out back and prepared ourselves. Since I'm shorter than most people there, shorter ones need to kneel in the front.

If I get down, it's way harder to get back up, so I bent forward, hands on my knees.

Suddenly, I felt a toot coming on. Oh God, please not now. Hopefully they'd hurry up and take the picture. A small thanks and a prayer was said.

Finally, the picture was taken, and my urge had disappeared like a ninja minute. Whew!

Then the photographer said, "Let's get another one."

But...Oh no! Here came that urge again. I bit my lip. I bent, but looked behind me first and jeez. The second row of people were bent over too. Thier faces were hovering above my derierre at any angle.

Undecided, I wasn't sure which way to be bent without somehow offending somebody.

Finally, desperate to escape, I asked if could I go stand to the side. The photographer said yes. I rushed over there.

I barely saved myself from the wall of shame. I was finally able to breathe a bit easier. How embarrassing would that be if I accidently blew up and killed everybody? That would have been a tad messy.


~~Toots. There it is.
Toots, there it is...
~~shaka laka shaka laka~~


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