I’d been in the car four hours, driving from southern Utah to Las Vegas. I needed to find the county courthouse there and check a civil file for my daughter. I should have found someplace to stop to use a bathroom, as I was filling up. I figured that I could just use a courthouse bathroom when I got there, then go to the clerk’s office. Pulling into the crowded parking lot and getting out of my car, my discomfort was increasing. The pouch was beginning to swell beneath my pants. I joined the large number of people heading toward the front door. No one will notice, I thought. It's just like I have a little more belly fat than normal. I’ll just find a bathroom… But I hadn’t counted on the courthouse security precautions. Everyone had to funnel through the metal detector. I put my stuff on the conveyor belt, walked through, and retrieved my items. “Is that everything?” asked a large security guard. It is, I said. “What’s that?” he inquired, pointing directly to the large ostomy bulge in the front of my pants.
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