Oh, shit
Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 9:17 am
So, here in South Korea you don't flush the toilet paper when you go
to the bathroom. Somehow, I never heard about this and managed to
break the toilet twice before I figured it out.
Today, I once again placed the tissue into the bowl. Oops. Force of habit, right?
Fuck. I have to get the toilet paper out of the bowl somehow. There's no way they'll let me get away with breaking the toilet three goddamn times. I look around the bathroom for something I could possibly use. The bright idea would be to go to the kitchen to find a ziplock bag I could use as a makeshift glove, right? But no. My bright idea is to use the toilet brush.
I use the toilet brush to fish out the soggy toilet paper. It is the most arduous task I've faced in my whole life. It is deteriorating at the very touch and falling back into the bowl with a distinctive 'sloppp' sound of defeat. I manage to get feces caught between the bristles of the brush. It is the most disgusting thing in the world.
I get enough of the toilet paper out of the bowl to be safe flushing, I think. I then take more toilet paper into my hands, and pick feces out from between the bristles of the brush. It becomes even more disgusting than I could have possibly imagined before. I use the detachable showerhead to aid me, and I make a valiant effort. There's no way they'll notice there was shit in this. Right? I mean, there's still a little caught in there... but that happens when you use a toilet brush... right? Right? And the bowl is a mess, too, so it looks like I broke it... hell, it probably broke anyway just to spite me. Goddamn. Fuck.
I wash my hands thoroughly enough, but the guilt, shame and fear remains. :|
to the bathroom. Somehow, I never heard about this and managed to
break the toilet twice before I figured it out.
Today, I once again placed the tissue into the bowl. Oops. Force of habit, right?
Fuck. I have to get the toilet paper out of the bowl somehow. There's no way they'll let me get away with breaking the toilet three goddamn times. I look around the bathroom for something I could possibly use. The bright idea would be to go to the kitchen to find a ziplock bag I could use as a makeshift glove, right? But no. My bright idea is to use the toilet brush.
I use the toilet brush to fish out the soggy toilet paper. It is the most arduous task I've faced in my whole life. It is deteriorating at the very touch and falling back into the bowl with a distinctive 'sloppp' sound of defeat. I manage to get feces caught between the bristles of the brush. It is the most disgusting thing in the world.
I get enough of the toilet paper out of the bowl to be safe flushing, I think. I then take more toilet paper into my hands, and pick feces out from between the bristles of the brush. It becomes even more disgusting than I could have possibly imagined before. I use the detachable showerhead to aid me, and I make a valiant effort. There's no way they'll notice there was shit in this. Right? I mean, there's still a little caught in there... but that happens when you use a toilet brush... right? Right? And the bowl is a mess, too, so it looks like I broke it... hell, it probably broke anyway just to spite me. Goddamn. Fuck.
I wash my hands thoroughly enough, but the guilt, shame and fear remains. :|