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Latter-day Jane

hobby lobby final

I wish I could think of a classier way to say this, but I’m not sure such a way exists.

I pooped my pants in Hobby Lobby.

Yes, actually pooped. In my pants. Inside Hobby Lobby.

And because once wasn’t enough, I repeated the offense the very same day.

As I drove to the store, the gears in my guts seemed to be happily at rest. No rusty clanking. No threats of throwing a sprocket. But something about getting out of the car and standing up caused a monumental shift in my gastrointestinal tract. The moment I walked through the doors of Hobby Lobby, I knew I was in trouble. I frantically scanned the aisles ahead, the walls — anything — for a restroom sign. I had made it only a few steps past the front registers when it happened.

I pooped.

Rather, a molten eruption of excrement-infused lava came…

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