Southeast Asia has NASTY gutters. Poop, chicken
guts, other guts, trash, etc., and they put even Provo’s to shame in
inconvienience and deepness. I’d say the average is 2 feet deep, but this story
concerns a doozy of a gutter. A 3.5 foot deep, full gutter.
Austin probably tells me everyday how gross he thinks those
gutters are and how his number one nightmare is to be in one in any way, shape,
or form.
So last night, we were at a water fill-up machine (brilliant
idea. So cheap and the water isn’t too bad.). This particular machine was
giving us grief; some things in this country take the “old” coins and some take
the “new” coins. Well, we only had new coins and this machine was not having
it.
A sweet stranger (I think drunk too...) put 20 sens (6 US
cents) into the machine for us, and we filled up our waterbottle. We thanked
him, then Austin reached in our bag to pay him back in new coins. The man waved
him off, saying not to worry about it.
In his fit of gratitude and this funny bow/thanks thing he
has developed, he turned mid-bow....and stepped off the curb, falling 3.5 feet
into the nasty.
Not understanding what had happened, he fumbled in the filth
for a moment, losing our freshly filled water bottle to the putrescence. I
screamed, having thought he must have seriously hurt himself. However, he
wished he had been hurt, so long as he didn’t have to walk home with a poopie
foot/shoe.
Austin has only been speechless like three times since we
have been married, two of which have been this week. 1. When I had a tantrum on
the mounatin (see above post) and 2. When he had a silent tantrum of discust
and incomprehension as we walked back home to the guesthouse. I honest thought
he was going to cry and throwup. Then cry again. Then puke again.
I finally found a safe moment to laugh real hard.
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