Shit Happens
The head of the Lisitza family household went away on business to Seattle, leaving Christie with her four children, ages seven to fourteen. Victoria, the youngest and only girl, sat timidly in the middle of the creme colored mini van. Her legs bounce rapidly on the graciously stained interior, adding to the ambiance full of empty fast food bags, greased up napkins, and the notable stench of three prepubescent boys.
The van door swings open with eagerness with the kids following suit. The crisp fall Chicago air fills Victoria’s lungs, sending a freshness through her body. The leaves lay aimlessly on the pavement in the Walmart parking lot, until they’re pushed aside by pink Nike’s. Victoria, her brothers, and her mother enter through the automatic doors being greeted by an overly enthusiastic worker, while also saying goodbye to the golden sun as it makes its way behind the trees. Christie reaches for a cart and begins her excursion, with her little minions trailing behind.
“All right let’s just have a look around and pick out a RedBox movie” Christie states with a taste of hesitance.
Victoria’s stomach danced, as the salty and slippery Portillos, eaten prior to the shopping trip, made its way through her system. Continuing to tango, her stomach pleas for release.
“Mom, can you please finish shopping I need to go potty” Victoria whines
“We won’t be much longer, just wait” Her mother rebuttals.
Victoria huffs in acknowledgement while her brothers remain a few steps ahead of her mother. The Three Stooges continue to cause a scene as per usual, aggravating Christie, which seems to be slowing her down. The cart is filled with various supplies, their importance unknown at the moment. Trying to suppress the uproar in her tummy, Victoria wraps her arms around herself, gripping her blue bedazzled Justice long sleeve shirt. The shopping cart squeaks every few seconds, seemingly acting as if it is a ticking clock. “Mom please I need to go to the bathroom, take me to the bathroom” Victoria pleads. “No, just stop it. You can wait until we get home. I’m not leaving my cart and the boys unattended” her mother yells.
Victoria’s cheeks clench in a desperate attempt to prevent an ungodly tragedy, though her bowels seem to have a mind of their own. She thought releasing the pressure just a little bit would aid as an immediate solution to help her discomfortant, but one should never trust a fart. Her buns part as though Moses himself walked through them, anal sphincter muscles failing, unable to execute their duty. Her eyes filled with horror, and her pants as well as the bomb went off. Her once acid washed jeans become tie dyed with a brownish color. A liquid with the same consistency of a melted Crunch Bar drips down her pants and starts to fill her shoes. The feces filling her pants acts as an exfoliant, causing extreme discomfort against her skin with every movement. The aroma that was once full of off brand cleaning products and sweat was now replaced with the rancid smell of complete and utter failure. “Did…. did you poop your pants Victoria?” Matthew, her closest brother in age says to her, taking in the situation with his eyes and nose.
Their mother stops in her tracks, staring at the scene, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. The horrid smell and embarrassment was almost enough to knock her off her feet. “So you really did have to go?” the guilt drips from her mouth.
Even after a deep cleaning of the van, the stech still remained, like a bathroom after a night of White Castle. Victoria’s clothes were disposed of accordingly, and the incident was forever engraved in her brain, along with the smell, but you know what? Shit happens.