GanZhou dig it?

It came with little warning, and it's ruthless attack left me little more then a shell of a my former self. What brought on the attack still remains a mystery. The meat on a stick, soup, dumplings, the noodles are all suspect. sitting in the restaurant I tried to inform my friend as to the situation arrising in my bowels but he, thinking I was speaking hypothetically took little notice until I impressed upon him the urgency of the situation.

The following moments are a blur, but best I can make is that one of the ladies working the restaurant led me to a back room. I closed the door behind me and instinct took over. It wasn't until the bulk of the storm had subsided that I found myself squatting over a porceline whole in the floor. It hit me then, and I frantically searched to room and to my luck found enough toilet paper to do the trick. Stepping away from my first squatting experience I noticed that this one didn't seem to flush, but located nearby was a bucket and a tap. I took the hint and flushed down the remnants of my being myself. Leaving the room to rejoin my colleague I felt hollow, but also strangely accomplished. That had been the beginning of the ShangHai runs, The GanZhou Trots, The Chinese Shuffle.

posted by Brett @ 5:48 PM