A little bit of…
p00. When I got into work yesterday morning, I went into my favorite stall (the handicapped one, of course–it’s brighter, bigger, and the toilet’s higher), only to find that there was a little turd stuck to the bowl, above the water. Instead of running away to the dark dungeon of the adjacent stall, I took it like a woman and went ahead and peed, figuring either my pee or the subsequent flush would wash it away. But no! It still clung tenaciously for dear life to the bowl. For a brief moment, I pondered whether I should take a bit of TP and push it to its demise. But I didn’t.
I contemplated its origins, considering I was one of the first ones into the office that morning. Maybe it belonged to one of our co-tenants next door, or one of their clients. They provide support and therapy services for the young and old alike (ok, so I probably shouldn’t be occupying the HC stall), so maybe it was a child’s p00–in which case it was an innocent mishap. I don’t know what I would have done if it were mine–I think I would have felt obligated to push it in, because surely someone would find out it was mine.
I wonder if it’s still there today.
(I’m sure Shawna will kill me for this post!)
