Wearing a diaper as an adult is embarrassing. Diapers are not perfect. They have weaknesses.
I was in my thirties and working full-time as an I.T. Manager.
At work, I had been up and down the ladder running cable throughout the building. It was my job as the I.T. Manager to not only care for all of the I.T. equipment but also to run the line. And I ran miles of cable.
One day, I went to the restroom to change my diaper.
I pulled the diaper off and discovered something terrible—an empty diaper. And poop tracks going down my leg where “It” had fallen out and rolled down my leg.
“Crap. It’s in the hallway or someone’s office… It must’ve fallen out while I was on the ladder.” I thought to myself.
I Cleaned myself up, put some napkins in my pocket, and left the restroom on my mission to find “It.”
Office after office, I would pop my head in and ask, “Everything okay in here?”
I looked everywhere I could think to look and didn’t see it anywhere.
Finally, in one of the hallways, I found “It.”
I reached into my pocket and got my napkins out.
I picked “It” up and cleaned the area. I then rushed into the nearest restroom to dispose of the evidence.
“Phew,” I thought to myself as I washed my hands.
I then walked out of the restroom.
On my way back to my office, I saw the Maintenance Man, “Dicky” standing in the spot where I had found “It.”
“Crap. I must’ve left something,” I thought to myself, and I walked over to Dicky to find out what he was looking at.
“What’s up ‘Dicky’?” I asked.
“Lynn, you’re not going to believe this, but there was some crap on the floor right here, and now it’s gone.”
“Huh?” I asked.
“Yes. It was right here. I went to get what I needed to clean it up and came back, and it’s gone.”
I said to Dicky, “You’re right. I don’t believe it,” and walked away.
