I'm leaving for lunch and stop in the bathroom. I wanted something from the cupboard ABOVE the toilet. (yeah – bet you won't see this coming) and I dislodge a tiny sewing kit that's housed in a crappy plastic case…and the thing falls, cracks open on the toilet tank and the contents cascade beautifully into the toilet full of "clean" water (how clean is toilet water anyway??).
so I yell FREAKIN' CRAP! and realize the only solution is to dip my hands into the water and dig out all the pieces of the sewing kit and toss them away. Confession: I did let one button flush away.
Lovely. Who wants to think of touching food now?! I washed my hands with so much soap, I could have floated away on the bubbles. Then in the car I remembered I'd found a small bottle of hand sanitizer and had actually put it into my bag. so I dug the bottle out and doused myself..err..my hands with it before even entering the restaurant.
I know this is a daily (hourly?) event for parents…but I'm not a parent. If I were, I'd probably yell with glee at getting to play in the toilet again. well..maybe not.
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