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Sunday Scribbling: Foul

Posted on February 3, 2008 by Mishi | 23 Comments

Foul Flashback

“Mama, remember the poop in the tub?”

“Who pooped in the tub?”

“Noooo, the poooop in the tuuuuub!”

“What are you talking about, baby?”

“Remember at Winchester? There was poop in the tub?”

“Ohhhh. Yeah. I was trying to forget.”

When we lived in GA (Part I), we rented a house, and near the end of our stay the septic tank started to back up into the house. It was the most disgusting, the most foul, the most atrocious smell and sight. What made it even worse was that I was in the early stages of pregnancy. That stage of pregnancy where the slightest smell or sight could invoke vomit.

Michael was in training, there was no other adult to handle the situation; it was all on me. I had to call the rental company, and arrange for the plumber to come. The plumber was set to come the next day. The night before I started to feel a zit coming up on my upper lip. Well, the morning came and so did the volcano on my face. It was so bad.

I answered the door, thinking I’d be greeted by the proverbial plumber with a beer belly, too small wife beater undershirt, greasy comb over, low-rise jeans that easily produced butt-crack, and a cigarette hanging outta the corner of his mouth. On the contrary, I was looking at Mr. Hot Ass Plumber 2005, with an embossed named tag that read ‘Mike’. Seriously, he was so gorgeous. And, me, I had this zit. I wonder if he understood me behind my turtleneck that was pulled up to my nose?

We talked a bit about the problem and he told me that he was obligated to tell the rental company if he found any toys, towels, sanitary products, or the like when he was finished snaking the toilet. He finished his job and came out to the kitchen.

“Mishelle, I’m finished, and I didn’t find anything.”

“Oh, that’s great!”

“Between you and me, though, tampons should not be flushed.”

I was mortified and asked, “Oh my God, you found tampons? ”

“Maybe I did. Maybe it was just wadded toilet paper. Yeah, it wasn’t tampons. But, they should NEVER be flushed, right?”

“Right, Mike. Never a tampon should go down, ” I blushed.

He put the toilet back together, and asked for my cleaning products. He cleaned the whole floor by hand, and then mopped it. He was gone, and so was the poop tub. Or so we thought. After the kids and I showered, and a load of laundry and  sinkful of dishes was done, I heard:

“MAMA! THERE’S POOP AGAIN!!!!!”

The problem was resolved hours later with the arrival of the septic guys.

I tried to forget about that horrible experience –from the poop to the zit to the tampon to the nasty septic tank. Good thing I have kids to remind me!

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