Invincible Poopie

Here’s a funny story to put a smile on your faces. On Sunday night when I came home from church one of the kids had used the toilet at some stage (we will never know who it was) and left a “floater” after flushing. Now this is something that really makes me gril and I cannot use a toilet if there are still remnants of the previous person still in the bowl. This is something Barry thinks is very funny. Same as I can’t use the basin to brush my teeth if it hasn’t been rinsed first – yuk!!

Anyway, I discover the “floater” and take action. I pile some loo paper on top of it and flush – waiting with baited breath to see if it has worked – but alas, all the loo paper is gone – but the “floater” is still there – smug and smirking at me. I wait for the tank to fill up with water and try again. To no avail! It just duck and dives through the loo paper and stays on top – once again all the loo paper is gone but not the “floater”. “Ag come on!” I cry in frustration, much to Barry’s delight in the bedroom! “Is it still there babe?” He asks – but I can here the laughter hiding just beneath his “concern”. I go to the room and get into bed deciding I have done all I can – it will have to stay till morning. But I can’t.

I can hear it taunting me from the toilet bowl, chuckling smugly to itself – feeling invincible!! Hence it gets it’s title – The Invincible Poopie. I get up and go back to the toilet. I again apply the loo paper – trying to place it carefully to cover it properly so it can’t escape the tissue trap I made for it – but lo and behold, it does and I can just hear it squealing with glee at it’s great escape once more.

I go back to the room – frustrated, and Barry is trying to hide a smile. “Won’t it go?” he asks again (trying not to laugh at my frustration). And he starts to giggle, and I start to giggle – it has us totally stumped and we both sit in the bed laughing to the tears roll. All in all I try SIX times to flush the miserable piece of shit, but I have no luck. I throw up my hands and tell Barry it’s his turn – I cannot and will not wake up to it in the morning and he has to try now.

He gets up out of bed, goes to the toilet and flushes it and it’s gone. Just like that! I cannot believe it. I couldn’t get rid of it and he doesn’t even try. He just flushes the loo ONE TIME and it’s gone.

Now I can sleep – and not be plagued by thoughts of the nasty little floating poopie that wouldn’t flush away still lingering in the toilet.

But when I think about my little battle with the ALMOST invincible poopie – I still chuckle.

posted for Brigitte by her sister Angel