When this morning I wrote about taking a shit at 5:30, I haven’t taken it too seriously.
I’ve only said I took a shit next to a tree, which is actually true, but not very rich of details, so let’s take a deeper insight, shall I?
Christmas eve’s dinner. It was very nice really, I talked a lot with my relatives, we all played Monopoly with my cousins. Yes, very nice indeed! With all the food came some wine. Sparkly, then red one, then bubbles, then… at 1AM, I met my friends at a public square. Not many people around us (I guess COVID hasn’t left yet!). I drank more wine. More wine. More wine.
Well, time passed greatly, I refereed a football match between my friends, wasn’t expecting that! I had fun!
The clock went further, it was 5:30 and we were still chatting, but I desperately needed a shit, so I went for an unspoken wee to the close group of tree (why is there a forest in the city?), nobody asked, normal wee.
IT WAS NOT! pulled my pants down, sat with my back against the trunk, and pushed out what seemed to be an eel of shit, it was very yucky, very smelly. And very fun actually!
Luckily I had a tissue with me, wiped everything off, then went back to my friends.