but dammit if that love is not tested!!!
I swear the strangest things happen to me…
I was shopping on 125th St a while back…I think I was looking for shoes but at some point I had to use the rest room SOOO BADLY that I couldn’t even concentrate. Oh…you think what I just said is TMI?…keep reading…
So I walk into one the gazillion McDonald’s on the street and make a beeline straight for the restroom. DAMMIT! door is locked…
Bathroom chick: Occupied
Clu: (thinking) fcuk
So I am standing around…trying REALLY hard to not revive the infamous pee pee dance of yesteryear…
a few minutes later BC FINALLY comes out of the bathroom as I am pulling my locks out
BC: I’m sorry I took so long
Clu: Oh don’t worry about it (walking in bathroom)
BC: I just had to…
(Clu wonders why this chick is still talking to her…)
BC: the toilet was just so nasty I had to go over the drain. I took so long because I was wiping it up.
So I open the door and immediately look down…why…why dear readers did I see a drain in the middle of the bathroom. On the tiled floor around the drain I could see the residue from where she tried to wipe it up. (YOU KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!!!…when you clean something and it leaves streaks or something…I am so not domestic)
*sigh* So not only is the toilet a hot ass funky mess NOW people have to tip toe around your urine residue?!?
shit…I don’t even know how to end this post…so there… :-p