I wanted to write a blog about this, but it seems short. Here's the story...
I am at work and had to take a huge shit. No problem. I went, did my civic dooty, and then tried to flush. No go. I kid you not, I had just released one of the nastiest, most embarrassing, piles in my life. I had some ice cream last night and I'm lactose intolerant. That's what happened in there. So I went to the librarian (I work at a school) and let her know that the toilet "appears" to be down and out for the count. She says, "Ok, I'll tell Juan." And I started laughing to myself because I knew "Juan" was going to have to sift through my worst toilet episode in months and the thought of that made me giggle like a goddamn school girl. Am I a bad person?