the MOST embarassing thing that ever happened in my life occured not at WDW but on the way down to disney with the family. it has taken me many many years to be able to tell this story beyond my immediate family. i never even told my closest friends this story until college. and only in the past couple of years have i been able to look back and laugh at myself and not hang my head in shame when thinking of this day. yet, for some reason, i saw this thread title, and knew i had to tell my story....
my family is from nj and every 3 or 4 years when my bro, sis and i were still kids, we would drive down to disney and usually stay there for a week. i always looked forward to these vacations with disney world always being the most magical place i've ever been to.
now at this time i had a great fear of making number 2 in public restrooms and so i spent much time towards mental training and forward thinking to avoid number 2'ing at roadside rest stops during the trek down to central fl. our family usually spent the night at a hotel somewhere in sc or nc and this would be the time i made sure i number 2'ed. so during this particular trip to disney every thing was going just as planned. we made it to the halfway point and i had a pleasant number 2 in a nice clean hotel bathroom. the next morning though... my stomach felt funny, however as the family got in the car i brushed aside the funny feeling confident that my mental prowess would be enough to let me hold any occurences of number 2 till we got to disney world. that funny feeling though would not leave. there were several chances for me to number 2 at a public restroom. but i couldn't bring myself to do it. i would just number 1 and pray that that would be enough to let me make it to the pristine porcelain that awaited me at the buena vista palace.
yet the feeling persisted and i didn't know what to do. my mental training could take me only so far. i HAD to go and there was no way to hold it anymore. so i frantically told my dad, "dad, i have to go to the bathroom, make the next exit!" my dad and my whole family sensed the urgency in my voice and knew that the reason i needed to go was for the dreaded number 2. my bro and sis were especially terrified since they sat to the left and right of me. (also remember that this was during a time before america's obsession with suv's, so it wasn't exactly spacious in our car) "hurry dad!" i yelled, but it would not be enough... we made our way off the exit ramp and it happened.... my famous last words... "oh it came out!"
the car became a scene of chaos. mom and dad tried to think of the best approach to clean me up. bro and sis switched between terror and laughter at my misfortune. in the midst of all the chaos in the car someone in my family, for some odd reason, decided that the best thing to do at this point was to go to a burger king and rush me into a bathroom to clean me up. i step out of the car not knowing what to do. the number 2 that was safely held in my underwear slowly began to make its way down my legs. i was wearing shorts... next thing i know a car with some young 20 year old guys stops, points at me and says "you got number 2 on your legs!" (replace "number 2" with expletive) and then speeds away... i hear a mixture of laughter and tires screeching.
at this point my mom and dad come to there senses and put me back in the car and this time find a gas station where mom can secretly take me into the bathroom away from the public eye. mom cleans me up nice. my sneakers... brand new... i had to beg my mom to buy these for me.... ruined... it would take me months and several cleanings for me to ever wear them again.
and as for the rest of the trip to disney world.... someone would remind me everyday of my misfortune (usually bro and sis) and i would shed a tear every time it was brought up. here i was, in the most magical place on earth, to this day i can't think of a better place to be, and yet, during that trip i cried every day... not even my beloved mickey mouse could make me forget my stigma.
our family made 2 more trips to disney world after this one... and each time when we figured we were getting close to that infamous exit somewhere in ga. we would commemorate my misfortune by repeating my famous words... "oh, it came out!"
so... that's my story. thanks for listening all. can anyone think of something worse?
