Laundry room hours
Oh, no! The most embarrassing thing happened last night.
It was just after 10 p.m., and like clockwork, my sister was in the bathroom, depositing a rather hefty "rent check" in the "mail slot", if you know what I mean. For whatever reason, D. shits with the door open but the bathroom window closed, so the apartment smelled like a burnt onion. Gross!
Anyway, my "rent" happened to be "due" as well, but with D. hogging the crapper, I had no choice but to hurry downstairs and use the facility in the laundry room. Fortunately, I had no problem calling the elevator since it is programmed to hover at all times on the fifth floor, but even then, I thought I wasn't going to make it. With moments to spare, I squated above the disused toilet and, with the passion of a thousand Muslim zealots, relinquished something browner and more evil than Osama himself. Boy, did that feel good.
With the laundry room smelling like a bomb had gone off, I happily reached for the toilet handle, only to find that no amount of pulling, tugging or jiggling could get the bowl to flush. What the...? It was then that I realized the time: 10:15 p.m. The laundry room shuts down at 9:30, including the toilet!
I feel bad for whoever has to find my little surprise in the morning. I should stop taking those pills. Gives me the runs.
It was just after 10 p.m., and like clockwork, my sister was in the bathroom, depositing a rather hefty "rent check" in the "mail slot", if you know what I mean. For whatever reason, D. shits with the door open but the bathroom window closed, so the apartment smelled like a burnt onion. Gross!
Anyway, my "rent" happened to be "due" as well, but with D. hogging the crapper, I had no choice but to hurry downstairs and use the facility in the laundry room. Fortunately, I had no problem calling the elevator since it is programmed to hover at all times on the fifth floor, but even then, I thought I wasn't going to make it. With moments to spare, I squated above the disused toilet and, with the passion of a thousand Muslim zealots, relinquished something browner and more evil than Osama himself. Boy, did that feel good.
With the laundry room smelling like a bomb had gone off, I happily reached for the toilet handle, only to find that no amount of pulling, tugging or jiggling could get the bowl to flush. What the...? It was then that I realized the time: 10:15 p.m. The laundry room shuts down at 9:30, including the toilet!
I feel bad for whoever has to find my little surprise in the morning. I should stop taking those pills. Gives me the runs.
posted by Landlady Bing @ 10:25 AM
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