Stain to Remember

During the Summer, Ange and I went to Madrid πŸ˜€ It was a truly amazing experience and we have many stories from our trip! This one is about a little incident that took place in the airport in Madrid.

Our flight back to New York (concrete jungle where dreams are made of. There’s nothing you can’t do) was delayed by about 5 hours so we had alot of time to idle around in the airport. We used the internet for a bit, shopped around for wine and souvenirs, ate and played a Mexican card game that involved trying to slap the cards before everyone else…..the Priest who played with us was very violent!

When we found out which gate our flight was at, we picked up our stuff and slowly made our way there. You know those thingys at airports that move like treadmills? When you’re running late, you go on it and walk so that you cover more distance in a shorter time. Well the two of us and a friend went on it, but we didn’t walk….we just stood there. Now I haven’t been in many airports so I don’t know if the pace it was moving at was normal, but I found it to be SLOW!!!! Several persons passed us and we didn’t even care. We probably spent about 5 minutes on that thing, and for 5 minutes, I leaned up against the handle (do you call it a handle? or a railing? whatever, you know what I mean). For all of you who think that 5 minutes isn’t long, sit and do nothing for 5 minutes and you’ll see how your life passes you by.

Because of my height, part of my bum was on the handle (?) and the other part was against the glass. Now the glass didn’t move with the handle so it was as if the part where glass met the handle (?) was rubbing against me. I was fully aware of all of this but I was tired and I just wanted to get to New York (concrete jungle where dreams are made of. There’s nothing you can’t do). After our lives passed us by,we got off the treadmill (? these things should have proper names) and I walked ahead…and then it happened…

Yvonne (our friend) – Lee-Ann, is that your pants? *looks and sounds utterly shocked*

(I bought that pants in Madrid and it was my first time wearing it. It was a very light grey)

Ange – *dies of laughter*

Me – Yeah it is. *totally confused*

Yvonne – What happened? You have a big stain on your bum!!!

Ange – *DIES OF LAUGHTER*

I contorted myself and looked at the back of my pants only to see the nastiest, duttiest (yes pple, duttiest as in dirtiest) stain on my ass. It was most embarrassing. It looked like if someone crapped on my pants in a thin line and then rubbed in it and left it to dry for a few days in the Madrid heat. There was no way to hide it and because my pants was a light colour, the stain was obvious!!!!Β The only good thing was that the stain on the other side wasn’t as prominent πŸ˜€ Since I’m a pretty chilled person, I didn’t let it get to me. Life is too short to worry about shit stains on your ass. The three of us and a good laugh (especially Ange) and we went on our way. I only felt a little awkward when a Seminarian pointed it out to me…”Lee-Ann, you have a stain on your butt. You have a stain on your butt!!” I had heard him the first time. I also felt a bit embarrassed when I came back to Toronto and went to a friend’s place to get my room keys. I hadn’t showered in almost two days, my hair looked like an alien, I was 15 complexions darker and I was sporting the stain! I still sat on his couch though πŸ˜€

It’s been almost three months since that happened and you can still see the stain even though I soaked it in Resolve stain remover and washed it. It’s alot lighter, but it’s still there. I wear it to sleep. I’m wearing it now.

So that was one of the many stories I have from my Summer trip. Next time, I’ll tell you guys about how airports don’t like me.

 

Love,

Lee πŸ˜€