An almost immediate reaction.
When ‘almost‘ saves your life.
Finished a job today at 2PM.
Needed a rapid lunch, because it takes a hour to get back home from there, and I was starving.
I opted for McDonalds. I hate it, I hate everything about it, but you know, sometimes junk food is exactly what you really need – and fuck it! It is tasty!
Btw, I ordered and the drive-thru, then started my route.
First I had a bit of Coke, then finished the fries while looking for a lay-by. Once I found one, I devoured my double-chicken burger.
Nice and tidy, even wiped my hands with I wet wipe, a must-have in my car-kit.
Got back on the road when I felt it. Deep inside me, but not so deep.
Shit.
It was shit.
Fast-forward. Back home. I’m on the toilet. Diarrhoea.
That’s my almost immediate reaction. I have to thank my body, and my mind for taking that 1-hour lag. It saved my life!
the Shy Tird 