There's one thing you should know about me...I don't know how to unclog a toilet. I try and I try and I plunge and I plunge but nothing goes down. The first week I was at school, I naturally had to use the facilities...I get up to go but theres someone in the bathroom already. Patiently, I wait my turn and finally after half an hour, Shelly walks out. I'm not sure if she even washed her hands...so I walk in trying not to touch anything and lift up the lid to do my business. I look down and floating there is the nastiest mix of green, brown, and toilet paper I have ever seen.
THE TOILET WAS CLOGGED.
I could not believe my nose....it was PUTRID.
I gasped for air and tried to mask the stench with pumpkin spice air freshener that Shelly ironically bought for the bathroom. (Note to self: never buy this scent for my home.) So I just left the bathroom and went to the kitchen in hope that I could wash this from my hands and mind. Since I clearly could not use my bathroom for my excretory needs I went downstairs to a friends place who doesn't ask questions. Evelynn came home shortly after I got back and went straight to the bathroom. I thought about stopping her but that would ruin the fun. She ran out of the bathroom like this:
WHAT IS THAT?!
The sad significance of this story is not only that Shelly did this to us once but five to six times a week. Sometimes twice in one day. She usually didn't come out for at least an hour or two.
To Evelynn I will always be grateful. She could always unclog them for us. Such an trooper...
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