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So, I backed up the staff toilet at my school today. Again.
The first time happened about a week ago. My students were at PE, and I ran to the restroom to go tee tee. Simple. Innocent. I'm washing my hands, turn to leave, and I see it didn't flush. So I reach to flush again, only the water level begins to rise instead of drop.
I'm panicking by now, and I stick my head out the door to make sure no teachers are waiting to come in (it's a single restroom). The only person there is Stephanie, the slightly lower intelligence custodian assitant. Her mom is the custodian. Stephanie is very sweet, and I had no alternative, so I walk up to her and say, "Uh, something's wrong with the toilet." She says, loudly, "Oh, that thing messes up all the time. I'll get it fixed!" So that gets me thinking--she's gonna go in there and see my tee tee, PLUS the toilet paper I had used! So I get very uncomfortable--I have to have known you for longer than four weeks to let you see my urine, thank you very much, and I say, "Heh heh, yeah, went to BLOW MY NOSE, and tried to flush the KLEENEX. Just my luck that the toilet clogs up, huh?"
At this point, Stephanie--the low intelligence person--is staring at me as though I had two heads. I beat a hasty retreat around the corner, heading back to class. She kindly bellows after me, "Don't you worry! I'll get it unclogged for you!" As though this is a personal favor to me. I tell you, someone BEFORE me clogged the thing.
At the end of the day, I walked through the lunchroom on the way to the car. Stephanie is in there wiping down tables, and hollers across the HUGE LUNCHROOM, "Ms. E! I fixed that toilet for you! It works now! I'm sorry it clogged up on you!"
I gave her my polite thanks (because I really do like her and would hate for her feelings to be hurt), and ran out the door, praying to fall into a big hole on the way and just be buried.
So today, it happened again. This time, I stuck my head out the door, saw no one, and wisely ran until I got to a spot where I could walk and look as though I had come innocently from somewhere besides the bathroom. Then I slowed it down and played it cool.
Why me?
The first time happened about a week ago. My students were at PE, and I ran to the restroom to go tee tee. Simple. Innocent. I'm washing my hands, turn to leave, and I see it didn't flush. So I reach to flush again, only the water level begins to rise instead of drop.
I'm panicking by now, and I stick my head out the door to make sure no teachers are waiting to come in (it's a single restroom). The only person there is Stephanie, the slightly lower intelligence custodian assitant. Her mom is the custodian. Stephanie is very sweet, and I had no alternative, so I walk up to her and say, "Uh, something's wrong with the toilet." She says, loudly, "Oh, that thing messes up all the time. I'll get it fixed!" So that gets me thinking--she's gonna go in there and see my tee tee, PLUS the toilet paper I had used! So I get very uncomfortable--I have to have known you for longer than four weeks to let you see my urine, thank you very much, and I say, "Heh heh, yeah, went to BLOW MY NOSE, and tried to flush the KLEENEX. Just my luck that the toilet clogs up, huh?"
At this point, Stephanie--the low intelligence person--is staring at me as though I had two heads. I beat a hasty retreat around the corner, heading back to class. She kindly bellows after me, "Don't you worry! I'll get it unclogged for you!" As though this is a personal favor to me. I tell you, someone BEFORE me clogged the thing.
At the end of the day, I walked through the lunchroom on the way to the car. Stephanie is in there wiping down tables, and hollers across the HUGE LUNCHROOM, "Ms. E! I fixed that toilet for you! It works now! I'm sorry it clogged up on you!"
I gave her my polite thanks (because I really do like her and would hate for her feelings to be hurt), and ran out the door, praying to fall into a big hole on the way and just be buried.
So today, it happened again. This time, I stuck my head out the door, saw no one, and wisely ran until I got to a spot where I could walk and look as though I had come innocently from somewhere besides the bathroom. Then I slowed it down and played it cool.
Why me?