Date Posted:Thursday, June 23, 2011, 09:43: am
Forgive me if I have told you this enema story before. I heard the story from a woman I'll call Mary. Mary worked for a US company in Germany. One of her friends, I'll call her Jill, came from the US for a visit. Jill had packed her enema bag in her checked luggage. When Jill arrived in Germany her checked luggage was missing, and therefore she had no enema bag. After such a long airline trip and so much sitting she was very constipated, a big and uncomfortable problem. Mary & Jill knew no German. They went to a drug store to get an enema bag. The druggest knew no English. So the two woman did their best to communicate to the drugest that they wanted to buy an enema bag. They used pantamine to try to tell the drugest what they needed. Eventually they drew a picture of a fountain syringe and were successful in getting the enema bag. Can you imagine how funny it must have been when these woman were bending over and pointing toward their rectums? Oh how I wish I were there! I heard this story from Mary about a year ago.