"After visiting the Grand Canyon and Hoover Dam, we swung south to catch some of the historic Route 66 and the Mother Road museum in Kingman Arizona. Before we left we visited Mr. D's, a famous retro Route 66 burger and soda joint. I ordered and ate their huge cheeseburger and fries, the cheeseburger was a gloriously dripping and juicy monstrosity and needless to say, I left Mr.D's pleasantly stuffed. As we headed East across the desert the good feelings began to wane as general gastrointestinal malaise set in. I scanned the horizon for any sign of a rest stop, but there was nothing but brown, flat desert in all directions. As we all know, these things always get worse and the discomfort quickly exacerbated into the warning bells of an imminent gut bomb. Pressing on eastward, with the speedometer needle quivering at 90 I frantically begged for any tree, shrub, anything at all as I became convinced that Satan had hatched that cheeseburger into an angry, live scorpion in my lower gut. After what seemed like an eternity, tiny dots appeared on the horizon as we approached Seligman Arizona and some semblance of civilization. An Indian Trading Post. After disembarking, I was convinced that I was not going to make it, having foolishly eaten my way back to infancy. Hunched over like a suma wrestler, I tersely uttered 'rest room' to the Native American clerk, who smiled knowingly at my obvious discomfort. 'Round back' she said. Summoning all my pucker power, I proceeded through stacks of useless souvenirs and through the store to what I envisioned to be the end of my misery, a clean, cool porcelain and tile rest room.....What I encountered 'round back' was a scene reminiscent of the scene in the movie Trainspotting (1996). The rest room was a rest room in theory only. There was no door on this chamber of horrors, no door on the toilet stall, no toilet seat on the toilet, no toilet paper and two bikers were shooting up at the sink. Most of the events that followed are too shocking for disclosure in this forum. Eventually I made it to a kinder, gentler rest stop where I was able to burn my clothes and clean up. Soon after, I was leaving this h*llhole of a community, cursing, but more comfortable, with only the dubious satisfaction of being confident that I degraded their plumbing back into the Stone Age." Source
"This beautiful question reminded me of my our First Flight from Delhi to Guwahati. A family holiday tour to north east and we were both very enthusiastic to our first Airplane journey. It was an Air India flight and my brother dominantly took the window seats explaining that he will have to secretly take pictures and I agreed. Then came the FOOD TIME. the Air hostess asked for our choice regarding veg or non veg. We both die hard lover of non veg food Kept guessing the menu.We were finally served with some boneless chicken curry and roti's and yes, we realized It was one the best chicken curry we would have ever tasted. Then came the special Moment which Our family still never forgets. I heard a Voice which sounded with utmost confidence. 'ma'am, Can I get some more Chicken'. I, who was busy enjoying the food realized it was him asking for more chicken.Our parents who were one seat ahead turned their heads and smiled. The Air India Air Hostess was dressed in very traditional looking clothing. who was almost the more than the age of my mother smiled at him and went on. meanwhile I tried to make a deal that he will share half of his food which arrives as a return of favor for window seat. We Kept waiting......And realized she is not bringing. My Brother looked at me and I couldn't stop laughing and neither my parents. When she again came to collect the plates my brother tried to avoid eye contact with her but she said in a lovely tone 'my son is same your age beta and loves chicken like you' and went. So many years went to this Incident but till today whenever he is about to board a flight, my father sarcastically suggest him not to ask for chicken (one of his best dad jokes)." Source
"I don't know if this applies but it was extremely embarrassing. I was invited to a colleague's church. It was very modern and felt much like attending a concert with the pastor being like motivational speaker. At the end of the service as I was walking out, I noticed people dipping their hands into a huge glass jar filled with what looked like colorful mini marshmallows. I followed suite, grabbed a few and popped them in my mouth. As I began chewing, I realized my mistake. Too late, the pastor came up to talk to me and I had to hide them in my cheek, and began mumbling like an idiot. I had been chewing used ear plugs that people were throwing into the jar. I couldn't wait to get out of there and spit them out. I don't know what the people who saw me do this thought but I did notice that the next time I attended this church, the glass jar was gone." Source
"I've probably consumed about ten pounds of paper because I thought it was part of a cake. There is a super popular cake in Japan that I love. It typically comes wrapped in a thin sheet of paper. I thought the paper was part of the cake and always wolfed it down along with cake. At that point, I had just come to Japan and my Japanese wasn't good enough to read the warning (for children) not to eat the paper. The most annoying thing is that several Japanese friends WATCHED me do this. I'm pretty sure they just didn't want to embarrass me by saying, 'Hey, dude. You know you're eating paper, right?' But a small part of me wonders whether they secretly found it amusing and wanted to see if I would figure it out myself. Well, I didn't!" Source
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