Every once in awhile, I meet someone with whom I enjoy conversation until they say something like, "Oh! You're a Sagittarius! The planets and stars are aligning like [insert coincidental celestial event here], and that means that [insert random jumble of words here]." Today, that alignment of mysterious bodies and events occurred in my residence, and it all revolves around poo. I usually am well-stocked with regard to the necessary items a comfortable session requires, but today, I am out of:
- toilet paper
- paper towels
Yes, water is off for the entire building, for the whole day.
This has probably been the lowest post in the history of echeng.com. But I'm sure it will get a lot of search hits because it has the word "poo" in it.
I'm leaving the house now.