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Reinventing the Wheel of Embarrassment

via Daily Prompt: Wheel

Well, it finally happened. The one thing that I fear the most about doing my business in a public bathroom or the bathroom at work…clogging the toilet. I’ve been known to clog a few toilets in my day. Ironically, the day that my husband and I first moved into our old apartment was also the first (and only) day that I clogged the toilet there and flooded the bathroom, much to the dismay of our downstairs neighbors, as there was an unknown hole in our floor and their ceiling. And well, things got..wet…fast. Fortunately, no damage was done, the hole was eventually caulked, and we moved out of that place and somehow got our deposit back. We’re in a much nicer, newer apartment now and, thankfully, I haven’t clogged the toilet here yet, though I’m sure that “yet” is the key word.

Anyway, it finally happened at work yesterday, and I was so embarrassed. Our bathroom isn’t public, thank goodness, and it has a cipher lock on the door so that only employees can go in, so that saved me some embarrassment, at least. Imagine my horror when I discovered the toilet was clogged at work. I’m not the best at plunging toilets, and I certainly didn’t want to go have someone help me because well, then they would have known that I was the one who clogged it, and then everyone would have heard about it. Office gossip travels fast, no matter what sort of office you work in.

Not wanting to embarrass myself any further than I already had (at least mentally, since no one knows about it except for just now), I grabbed the toilet plunger and said to myself, “ok, we’re going to do this! I don’t need help, we’re just going to try our best and do this!” I was so grateful that the plunger was inside the stall next to the toilet and not in a supply closet somewhere. That’s the last thing I want to be seen toting into the bathroom…especially since I’m still “the new girl,” as I’ve really only been with this company for a little over a month.

So I faced the toilet and somewhat confidently (but with mounting doubts) attempted to plunge the toilet. Thankfully, the clog came loose on my first try, I didn’t make a mess on the floor, I didn’t overflow the toilet, and it flush on my first attempt. That never happens. I was so happy. I immediately put the plunger back in its spot next to the toilet, washed my hands, and scurried out of the bathroom. I didn’t want anyone to know what had happened. Ironic, right? Especially given that I’m telling you, now. Oh well, all’s well that ends well. In reality, I guess it wasn’t as embarrassing as I’m making it out to be, mostly because I was by myself when it all happened, but it could have been so much worse. Thankfully, it wasn’t. Hopefully, I don’t ever have to worry about that again. But now you know why I really don’t like doing number two in bathrooms that aren’t at my home.

Whatever. C’est la vie, que sera sera. Moving on, and hoping that I never experience that again, at least not until I have my own house. 🙂