30 Something

Awhile ago, a friend of mine told me a story about how she couldn't make it to the bathroom. I cracked up. I laughed so hard while she was telling me that she had to clean the bathroom floor and walls because her body just wasn't going to wait until she made it to the toilet. So I went to the store and saw a wonderful book that was perfect for her and we just laughed about it. The book was called What is Your Poo Telling You? And we just laughed about it. So today I was in the bathroom doing number 2 and I flushed the toilet and it just didn't go down. It floated and floated, so I flushed and flushed and it acted like it was going down, but it kept coming back up. So I held the handle down until all the water was drained, but there was still not enough force to flush the one lone turd down. LOL. It put me in remembrance of a time I was in high school and I decided to ditch school with a group of students. We all ended up at Kristina's house. I had to go to the bathroom and I went but for some reason I had a floater. I wasn't about the let that float in the toilet at my friends house, so I did everything--flushed and flushed, found a bucket to poor water down the toilet, prayed, everything until finally after it seemed like FOREVER, I just left it floating. Of course another person went in behind me and saw and told everybody. I was laughing stock. I was so embarrassed. I should have never ditched school. That's what I get.

Then there was the time I was in ATL with a friend of mine and the day we were leaving to come home she wanted to stop by her uncle's house in the rich neighborhood. I"m not sure how many bathrooms this house had, but it was many and I needed to go and sure enough, I had s strong floater. It wasn't going. I searched and searched for the bucket, or something to pour more water into the bowl, but couldn't find anything, I prayed and prayed because I didn't want to be embarrassed and sure enough I had to leave the floater. After being in there forever, I left and my friend made a point to mention that I was in there for a long time. I'm sure the host was concerned--why would a stranger want to spend that much time in the bathroom in someone else's house. I was so embarrassed. I don't know why this always happens to me in public. I can't remember a time when this happened to me at home. WOW!

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