We’d been in Puerto Rico since Thursday. It is Sunday as I write this. We’d been eating a fantastic variety of exotic foods.

Some of our fellow travelers have mentioned that some of this food has been catching up with them. “Wimps”, I thought, but kept that to myself.

As I was helping Pam with the hotel’s computer, I received a message from my bowel: “Gotta go!”

I replied “No worries! I’ll finish helping Pam and I’ll be on the case.”

“GOTTA GO!”

“Sure, I jus-”

“NOW!”

I went.

It’s difficult to walk quickly with your legs crossed.

Good news! I made it!