This one's for you MJ.

[tallie_ban]

At java writing a paper...I have too pee. I go to the bathroom and a woman (40 or so very motherly) comes out of the big amazing private stall. WEEE, it's my turn to PEEEE. Not so fast kiddos, not so fast. I entered the bathroom, closed the door behind me and noticed mucho toilet paper in the stool. Try and give it a flush. Nothing. I am slightly disgusted because that's a mom's poo in there and she isn't going to do anything about the toilet she clogged, and shouldn't she know better? (Maybe HER mother never taught her the proper "potty etiquette"...I don't know.) Anyway. So like any normal person who is unfortunate enough to walk into a toilet clogged by a stranger, I turned around and walked out, shaking my head in disgust. But no, that's not the end. Then there was a very akward moment between me and "Ms. Pooper" because THE LADY WAS STILL IN THE BATHROOM!!!...doing the hand-washing(her mother at least taught her to washy after you poopy) and the hair touching, yada yada yada. This awkward interaction sent me back into the poopy stall where I had to wait for the guilty party to leave, because I didn't want to make her feel weird about pooping...come to think of it though, I should have. I should have said "Hey lady, you pooped, you clogged, you plunge." But I didn't. Instead I stood in the big stall, looking at the big problem and thought about how to fix it. I thought about telling a Java worker "Hey, uh, the toilet is clogged...but it wasn't me! It was that way when I got there. I didn't even use that one, I peed in the other stall. I swear." But with this I ran the risk of forever being the "poopy toilet clogger" and I like the Java house and my pride. Then I thought about leaving the poopy, but then I would be no better the "original poppa," So I did what I had to do:I picked up the plunger and plunged and plunged and flushed and plunged until it was gone. All of it. Gross. But it had to be done, and if not by me, by a Java worker...and I already told you about that. *sigh*
Back to bland literary critiques.

ps. MJ, not that poop reiminds me of you, but you rant about poopy stalls and I thought you would like this story, so I wrote it for you.