It was supposed to be an ordinary saturday night food shopping at Walbaums. What happened on this seemingly uneventful night has changed my perspective on life.
Being forced out of my room because of a fire alarm in my Dormatory, I didn't get a chance to take a leak in my wondeful closed to the public bathroom. This was no problem though because in about 5 minutes driving I would be playing my role in the water/nitrogen cycle.
As soon as I arrived there, I calmly and peacefully made my way to the lavatory. All was as it should be. fat people in the snack aisle, old people in the pharmacy section and the employees standing around on their cell phones. It makes me wonder why there wasn't some sort of sign to clue me in as to what I was going to experience shortly. Maybe an out of order sign on the door, perhaps a black hole floating over the stall preparing to take this monster straight to hell?
I stride right in and prepare to unload. I choose the one of two stalls that had the door wide open, a decision I will have to live with forever. As I see over the horizon of the planet I call public toilet, my eyes went wide. It was like seeing a single log that is 10x bigger than the cabin it was used in. 8-9 inches of pure kitten killing power.
I didn't have the heart to flush it knowing how much effort, skill and patience it must have taken to bring that thing into the world. Now I sit there and think of the person that came in as I was leaving. Praying that he didn't pick door #2 and gamble his life away for a slightly bigger stall.
Thank you.
Being forced out of my room because of a fire alarm in my Dormatory, I didn't get a chance to take a leak in my wondeful closed to the public bathroom. This was no problem though because in about 5 minutes driving I would be playing my role in the water/nitrogen cycle.
As soon as I arrived there, I calmly and peacefully made my way to the lavatory. All was as it should be. fat people in the snack aisle, old people in the pharmacy section and the employees standing around on their cell phones. It makes me wonder why there wasn't some sort of sign to clue me in as to what I was going to experience shortly. Maybe an out of order sign on the door, perhaps a black hole floating over the stall preparing to take this monster straight to hell?
I stride right in and prepare to unload. I choose the one of two stalls that had the door wide open, a decision I will have to live with forever. As I see over the horizon of the planet I call public toilet, my eyes went wide. It was like seeing a single log that is 10x bigger than the cabin it was used in. 8-9 inches of pure kitten killing power.
I didn't have the heart to flush it knowing how much effort, skill and patience it must have taken to bring that thing into the world. Now I sit there and think of the person that came in as I was leaving. Praying that he didn't pick door #2 and gamble his life away for a slightly bigger stall.
Thank you.
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