Pooper in the Headlights

I must have been 14 or 15. I met up with a bunch of my friends at one of our friend’s parent’s houses. We left telling his folks that we were gonna go see a movie or something. As soon as we left I felt it. Oh man did I have to go. I begged my friend to take back to his parent’s house and he said that wasn't an option due to the lie he had just spun. I couldn't wait. "DUDE! just pull over then!" I yelled. So it was a heavy winter in Michigan and I was in some random front yard with my drawers around my ankles popping a squat. I started to make some snowballs to wipe with and all the sudden my friend drives off. I’m thinking: real funny guys. All was going well considering, then out of nowhere I’m blinded.

There is a car with it's brights on me honking. I turn around and all the lights inside the house I’m pooping in front of started coming on. The home owner comes to the front door and I’m in his front yard wiping my ass with snowballs. The owner started yelling and I started running only to realize that the car that brought all that attention to me was full of my friends laughing their asses off.