How come every poopie poopie poop…
First of all, yes, I took a picture of a sign in a bathroom.
Anyway, I was at Cafe on the Corner today in Dover (where they charge $4.05 for a sub-par small decaf mocha…what the hell? That’s highway robbery! BNG’s are far better and less expensive) enjoying the sunshine for a bit. Before I left, I stopped in the bathroom and saw this sign:
“Notify our staff“?
What employee of a coffee shop wants a customer coming up to them saying, “Hey, I just took a gnarly shit. Like, really gnarly. The kind of shit that elephant tamers are scared of. Anyway, it was so massive it clogged a device whose sole purpose is to deal with feces. So, I guess you’ll want to stop making that overpriced mocha and go deal with the toxic event that is currently spilling over the sides of your toilet.”
Also, who the hell wants to have to say that? Or at least hint that they managed to clog a toilet? If it was me, I’d be like Harry in Dumb and Dumber, desperately trying to make my poop go away so the pretty girl behind the counter doesn’t think I eat only expired refried beans.
So I don’t really know where I’m going with this. I guess I just wanted to write something about poop.
I may have said to the clerk “Hey, I just took a gnarly shit. Like, really gnarly. The kind of shit that elephant tamers are scared of. Anyway, it was so massive it clogged a device whose sole purpose is to deal with feces. So, I guess you’ll want to stop making that overpriced mocha and go deal with the toxic event that is currently spilling over the sides of your toilet.” just to see the look of despair, anger, and plebeian resignation on his face.