Once when I was about 13, my Mom and my Grandmother went shopping in another town. I was left alone to do some yard work. Being a good son, I did what was expected of me. But, then I decided that I had time to take myself an enema.
I had just started it when I heard our phone ring. I did not answer it and kept right on taking my enema.
The phone rang again. I, again, ignored it as the last of the enema drained into me.
Then, the phone rang again.
I got concerned because it rang 3 times, back to back.
I became concerned that Mom and Mam Maw might have been in an accident or something.
Well, anyway, with 2 qts in me I lumbered into the hall and answered the phone.
As I suspected, It was Mom!
Mom asked me why I had not answered the phone the previous two times?
I did not give an answer.
She then said “Don’t tell me that you were taking an enema!”
I replied “Mom, I can’t lie!”
She, then, asked me “well, Mike have you completed the yard work?”
My response was “yes, Ma’am!”
She said “Good!” and then she stated “When Grandma and I get home you are I are going to have a talk!”
Well, when they got home Mam Maw and Mom did more than talk. You see, I had left the enema bag hanging in my bathroom and it was used again.. several times!