My Tinder date pooped her pants in my Tacoma and i'm devastated, the case for leather?

I dont know, AT&T Lily is in the running

 

You got a point there. Either one could have an "accident" in my Tacoma.... I probably wouldn't even clean it up.

 

can I throw pregnant Toyota Jan in here??

 

OP is a current day Rodney Dangerfield, no respect.

 

Damn this threads still alive?

 

Until we see the engagement announcement, yes it is.

 

Strange thread for a first post.

 

It’ll be the #2 thread on TW.

 

I think we can get a movie deal...
Super Pooper Trooper

 

chick in the white sweater looks like a sleeper

 

Yea
One of those sharted lately

 

Somebody just smelled something funny in front of him...

 

thats a salad tossin librarian if i ever saw one, not sure shes a subaru driving, dog loving, barnes and noble mgr type

 

Stock photos BTW not actual.

So i’m on this date with this hot n’ wholesome gal. If you know itchy is real life it’s hot n’ wholesome or hit the road. This wasn’t our first date, but the fourth date. If you’ve noticed i’ve been gone from Tacoma World where there’s the reason. I tried POF and Match in my area wasn’t getting any hits. So Tinder it was and I met this woman. So we’ve been on a few dates and “I” was beyond the butterflies stage, it was tension headache stage. The tension headache was from smiling so much, I was like a high e sting ready to pop on a guitar and ready to “pop” and hit you the eye at the slightest strum.

So we’re on this date and everything is going well, she keeps telling me I look like Colin Firth. I get this a lot sometimes. She has the double glazed baby back ribs and two glasses of red wine. The conversation is flowing like a nice single track and we leave. The night is still young and we head to the river trail for a walk. I’m thinking tonight could be the night since she had me pick her up at her place and meet her dog some kind of giant black schnauzer. So were heading to her place and she’s acting a bit strange i’m thinking nothing of it. If bone zone happens it happens no big deal because I have other stuff I really need to do.

In the back of my mind i’m thinking, fuq I have a metric crap tonne of PTO hours and haven’t called out in two years. I have nothing on my calendar for work that’s a high action item.
Then it happened, OMG, sorry and I was like what? She said she pooped her pants as she frantically is trying to hover off the seat. I didn’t know what to say, what was there to say. I asked if she thinks it was food poisoning and she murmurs no. She asks if I have a towel and she looks like she’s going to cry. I had nothing and in the back of my mind i’m thinking maybe she can sit on the floor mat, but trying to retrieve it while in motion is next to impossible in traffic.

I soon saw her core muscles give out. Apparently she’s good for about four minutes of hovering before going into a tail rotor stall and ending up in her own big muddy river. I only mumbled it is what it is. I bought this truck in December of 2018 and it barely has 1200 miles on it. I haven’t even eaten or drank anything in it. It hasn’t even got a scratch in the plastic bed. I knew sooner or later i’d lose the battle in keeping it mint, just not with a melted hersey kisses from the rusty bullet hole, never mind someone else’s bullet hole.

So I drop her off at her place and she waddles away before saying sorry again. It goes without asking you don’t stick around to help someone in this situation unless you’re a CNA. So at this moment i’m pissed and i’m aroused and I don’t know why about the latter. I rush home and i’m staring at these witness marks on my seat in my seat with mother natures finest Dykem. That’s where the damage is and I need to remediate it ASAP. Oddly enough there was no smell, she must pack her ass with brown sugar or something. Sugar and spice and everything nice? I’m beyond pissed because if this didn’t pan out I was planning to workout, do some fine tuning on a mountain bike build. listen to some music etc.

It’s 8PM-ish and instead of doing those things i’m busting out the Bissell. I have sciatica in my right leg and some days it makes me cranky as all hell. It was at the time I got home that it decided to hurt, typical old man problems they tell me. I hit the seat numerous tanks of cleaner . I even flushed the waste tank out numerous times to insure that any juices have been completely abated. I don’t need something growing in my Bissell. It’s just after 9:30 PM and i’m wiping down anything she may have touched. I don’t think 303 Protectant has antimicrobial properties, but i’ll feel a lot better. So my hip is hurting and i’m just like fuq no one would believe this if I told them. In some twisted irony my TRD Pro knob showed up the day of this event. I finally screwed it on this morning. The seat is dry, tempted to sniff it.

I’ve been in contact with her, but now it’s like a reset button has been pushed. I’m sure she’s embarrassed. I haven’t poked the bear. I kind of wonder what awaits under the cushion for the upholstery guys to find this winter. I hope it all came out.

 

I’d look at her salad.....

 

sure looks like half of one to me...good eye!