A few weeks ago, I had an unfortunate event occur at my part-time writing gig.
Wait, let me back up.
I don't like public restrooms. And I define public as any restroom that is not safely ensconced in my house. I have an issue. I don't have time to go into it further because I need to LIVE my life!
Back to my unfortunate event. I went to the restroom and basically clogged up the toilet, which then clogged up the pipes which caused water to rise up from the drain in the floor and ohgoodgodImayvoimitbecausethatispoowater!
I wasn't doing anything unusual in the restroom, but still, the worry lines marched up between my eyebrows. I had to TELL another person that I (Michele) had clogged up the toilet. Of course, the person I had to tell was a man, sitting right outside the restroom and, unfortunately, the son of the owner of the company.
My whole sordid "public restroom issue" was brought into light. Fine! I've lived with it this long, I can take the verbal abuse and eye rolling. Although, my friend JT would run into the bathroom after me and giggle like crazy after she found out about my issue. THAT was a little hard to take.
Still, ever since that day, I swear I catch a glimpse of the "what a weirdo look" exchanged by co-workers.
Today on my desk was a copy of Weirdos in the Workplace: The New Normal.
Niiiiccceee ...
5 comments:
That reminds me of the time you dropped your bracelet...good times.
I too have an issue with public restrooms. I would rather go into kidney failure than use a public bathroom.
I will have to tell you about the time I had a poo in a public bathroom with no TP or paper towels...and no help...
Kris, I was just thinking about that damn bracelet the other day. Where was that? Reno, or DC? I can't remember.
But I distinctly remember that I had NOT used the potty yet, so was able to force myself to pull the bracelet out.
Actually, I think I donated it to Goodwill as soon as I got home. Can't have potty water mingling with my fine, fake jewels.
That reminds me of the time when I was in a friend's wedding and had to pee at the reception. The back of my bridesmaids dress fell into the toilet (while I was going) and I had to wear the dress for the rest of the evening. The only thing that made it bearable was the good buzz I had going already. Good times.....
I knew you were full of shit...
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