Life in a Portable

9/7/2012

J

By the way, you'll appreciate this. You appreciate this sort of "earthy" humor. I told part of my story to R-Dub yesterday when I was pointing out her classroom restroom has its downsides.

Thursday about 3:55 PM. I'm on the throne for a good long while. So much so that even I am starting to say, "Damn! I really stink! What the hell have I been eating?' Finish my bid'ness and leave the restroom.

Just as B is walking in the classroom door.

Wincing, I say hello and walk over to my computer. Please just empty the garbage. Please just empty the garbage. Don't go over to the-Crap! Literally!

So I spend the next 6 Looooong minutes extremely interested in my computer, praying that Becky doesn't keel over from my funk. And then I scurry out.

The STANKIEST MAN AT CLEAR CREEK.

Today about 4:15. My turncoat tummy again calls for a bathroom break. I'm in there like, what 3 minutes? Okay, 3 very productive minutes and I hear a knock on the restroom door. Please let her not be outside waiting. Please let her not be outside waiting.. Ahhh shit. She’s still here.

There she was. Eagerly awaiting to attack any restroom filth. Feeling a bit like a turd myself, I sheepishly told her she didn't need to worry about the restroom tonight. Becky said she'd come back later.

I really miss Vince. I think you missed him by a year but he would have really appreciated …..uh...….. this sort of thing. Guess that's just guy humor.

As it is, I am going to beg B to be allowed to clean my own restroom. I may get the Union involved.

If that fails, I think I'll just run over to your old portable to take my "The Kids Are Gone; Time to Relax All The Way Down" bathroom break. I'm sure R-dub and P won't mind.

Sigh. Life stinks sometimes.

Brian