Knowing that a time of reckoning had to come, yet not sure of just when,
I bravely set off for the Wal-Mart grocery store for some tasty
breakfast and lunch tidbits.

Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and
began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase.
It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the
restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't act like you don't know what I'm
talking about.
I'm referring to that 'Uh oh, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit
us at the wrong time.

The thing is, this pain was different.
The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt.
In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small
intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one
step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief,
it happened.
The peppers fired a warning shot.

There I stood, al one in the spice and baking a