The Accident #2

It’s happened again, this time on the streets of Munich. As per last time, please read at your own risk. 

I had been enjoying some beers in one of Munich’s famous beer halls, and once it closed, myself and a group of others started making our way to another bar. Sadly, my late night walk through Munich was cut short. 

With little notice, I felt a strange sensation in my trousers. With a bit of investigation, it was confirmed that I had, yet again, soiled myself. 

However, I couldn’t admit this to the guys I was with, we had just met. I thought I’d just wait until we git to the next bar and I’ll clean up there.

We got on a tram, and the group were complaining that it smelt very bad on the tram. It did, it was me.

In my delight, the tram went by the road that my hostel was on, but we weren’t getting off yet. Once we did get off a couple of stops down, I made an excuse that I was tired and wanted to go to bed.

I limped home, trying to distract myself from the wet goo that had now started to run down my leg.

Once back, I went straight for the shower with a change of clothes, and was pretty shocked by the mess I had made.

Unfortunately, the next day involved many trips to the toilet. I must have caught a bug, but I have no idea from where.

Is this what happens when you turn 30, you just end up soiling yourself every few months?