I envision a few different running features on the WIV blog where we can impart our vast accumulation of wisdom upon our dear readers (Amanda). One of these I like to refer to as "Trust Me". I'm going to go ahead and kick it off for Tuesday, July 26, 2005.
Trust Me...
Something bad is about to happen when you're sitting on the crapper and somebody tries to open your door, then hustles to the next stall and before they sit down you hear them say "Oh god!" under their breath. I know from experience dude, if you know what I mean.
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3 comments:
Try being a teacher where the crapper is in the teacher's lounge. You're in there trying to do your thing and you here people out there making copies and stuff. Then there's the awkward moment when you come out and you both know what you've been doing. I prefer to not make eye contact.
I'm cryin over here.
How about when you fart in your office right before someone comes in to ask you a question.
Again-awkward silence.
The look on there face is "oh my gosh"
Your look is simply "sorry, dude, its my office"
Me, Rob, and Meff stopped at Cracker Barrel in Greenville on the way back from P'cola Sunday. I had to make it a Crapper Barrel, so I made my way to the restroom. Well, someone was in the nice handicrap stall so I went into the little low rent stall next to the urinals. I had been holding this one in for a while because I didn't want to blow up the bathroom at the house of the nice people who let me and Rob stay with them, nor did I want to ruin the after-baptism brunch by clearing out the house. So my bowels were starting to relax and I was on the verge of the Ddddd-ROPPP. I went to cover the seat with toilet paper and noticed there were no rolls in the little holder. I saw a single roll sitting on the floor next to the john. As I bent down to grab it I noticed it looked a little "wet". Much to my dismay I realized it had been pissed on. So I had to make a decision: do I re-cinch the sphincter and make the drive to Auburn or Atlanta holding in the duke or do I do the unspeakable and use "peed on" TP to clean myself?? I think anyone who knows my distaste for foreign and dirty terlets and my love of the home john advantage would guess correctly that I held it in till I got all the way back to the ATL. It wasn't easy, but it was necessary.
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