A (too much) informational lunch

Our NJROTC commander entered the lounge as a group of us was eating lunch today to ask Mr. D. (our assistant principal) if he had his radio. The commode in the men's bathroom across the hall was running and someone needed to alert the custodial staff.

In a few moments, we heard the head custodian, leading her band of custodial women up the hall. Then we heard Michelle yell, "Is anybody in here?" Pause. "We're coming in!"

In a couple of moments, the three came into the lounge. Michelle picked up the phone and told the secretary that she had "caught" the running toilet. Then she said, "I had to fix the stopper ball. I had an automatic flusher on there, but Mr. W. complained that it would flush the whole time he was sitting there; then it quit when he needed it to flush."

Two of the three of us who were eating were nearly dying as we tried to suppress our laughter.

"I'm not kidding!" she continued. "He shared one morning when I had just gotten to school--in full detail! Then he finally said, 'I guess it's too early for this conversation.'"

I said, "MIDNIGHT is too early for that conversation." I am a verbal person. Imagery abounds as you tell this stuff. EEEEEEEeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!

We continued laughing and Mr. D., with his keen sense of humor, said, "Hey! It isn't funny! Mr. W isn't the only one that happens to! It doesn't discriminate! It's happened to me lots of times!"

All I could think when I was leaving was that I'd see Mr. W. in the hall on my way back to the room.

And Patty wondered when we had installed bidets in the men's restroom.