I don't pre-flush. I feel it's a waste of water. I'm all about conserving. That's not entirely true, but I do what I can. Anyway, so I don't use the bathroom in the workshop here at work. It's nasty. Boys use it!! I use the bathroom in the co-owner's house (which is next door to the office). Her cleaning lady was on her way out the door. I waved and wished her Merry Christmas.
I'm sure I'm not alone in this, but I do some of my best thinking in the bathroom. I think it's the solitude and the serenity of this particular bathroom that does it for me.
As I'm sniffing all of her lovely scented items within reach of the commode, the overwhelming burning scent of bleach fills my nose.
I kinda freak out for a second. Crap! I'm peeing on bleach! Bleach and ammonia mixed together make no-no!
What to do? What to do???
I quickly pull up my trousers and run out like a crazy person.
Oh no! I forgot to flush! Back into the danger zone I head. I quickly flush and run out.
I get back to my desk and ask the only person I knew would know if this could have been a problem. My Shasty informs me that she actually knows of a similar case and the chick passed out! Gawd, glad I saved myself from that embarrassment.
So that was my little drama for the day. I totally almost DIED. Ok, perhaps that is an exaggeration.
I've been sitting here thinking hard about how that whole scenario could have played out WAY different.
I may blog again later. I'm making my absolutely favorite dinner. I would like to share it. Check back often, kids.