Toilet Plunger Blues

cheeeefs · 12-18-2006, 08:47 PM

As I sit here a maid is walking in and out of my room at The Hilton back and forth to my bathroom, casting gazes of wonderment in my direction as I type furiously on my laptop, pretending to be too engrossed in my work to notice her. I guess you might be wondering how I got to this stage, well finish eating your food, and get a garbage pale, you just might need it.

Right now I'm doing border patrol in Tucson Arizona where I go on site for about 32 hours. This is good and all, except for the fact that if you have to shit, you have to shit in a bag. No big deal really, except we are on an Indian reservation and we have to take said bag back with us. So you carry your shit bag with you for hours, an experience I have to this point, skillfully, even if sometimes painfully avoided.

Now, being a man of voracious appetite I do my daily ritual two, sometimes three times a day. Holding said daily ritual I have very recently found out results in an increase in the mass of the movement in a near linear fashion. Needless to say I got home and absolutely destroyed my toilet, it was truly epic. Frankly, I flushed the toilet and left that bathroom with my chin up and a bounce in my step, a proud man. Fast forwarding to the next morning at 5am, I wake up and make sure my system is empty and ready for another 32 hour shift by quickly dropping a dollop of doo. Flush flush goes the toilet. Standing up, to my dread, I realize the water level is rising and there is so much shit in the toilet it looks like an island in the Bahamas (minus the sexy women with daiquiris). I take the lid off and try to stop the spillage but its too late. Water has gone all over the floor and I do a cute little foot dance avoiding all I that I can without letting go of the damn bulb and keeping the lid from dropping. I adroitly handle this sad situation but realize that I only have about 20 minutes before I have to report for duty. I search frantically for a plunger but there is none in sight. I use all four towels to soak up the floor and with no other options I just leave, whispering an apology to my poor sleeping roommate who will now share a room with Turd Island until he can get someone to clean it up, or so I thought.

Fast forward to one hour ago. I come home and notice a privacy please card hanging on the door and think to myself "great, my roommate didn't let room service clean" I check the bathroom and yup, same way I left it... serves me right I guess. so I call down to the front desk and ask for a plunger, the lady stifles a laugh and says "Oh, you got a problem on your hands?" I'm like "ummm yeah", to which she replies "Don't worry I'll send someone up, we have a special word for situations like that". I'm thinking to myself "great, I just wanted the damn plunger, now someone gets to see Turd island and look at me like I'm some sort of circus freak"

So I go back into the bathroom to try to make it a little less, you know, absolutely stomach turningly disgusting. That's when I do an actual inspection of the contents of the bowl. Turd Island has become Turd Continent. Apparently my roommate in his tired stupor didn't notice the gravitational pull of Turd Island and added yet another serving of sludge to the now almost Godzilla sized turd. I'm talking a full bowl here folks, nothing to scoff at, and exactly as big as you are imagining it in your heads. This is a full blown pile-o-turd and it aint pretty. I decide that the least I can do is replace the towels or something. So I go to pick them up and I notice little black strands all over them. (This is where it goes just a bit beyond just gross btw). I quickly realize the little black strands are PUBES. My roommate (an avid drinker) must have also done some trimming before he realized how much shit was in the bowl and let them drop down into the bowl (I guess) when he flushed, the overflow sent his floating pubes over the side of the bowl and he attempted to clean them up with the towels, spreading joy all over the bathroom.

I almost vomit, decide its beyond repair, and quickly prepare myself for an escape. They can take care of this while I'm not here! I go to open the door, and who is there but Mr. Plunger himself. "Got a problem?", he asks. I quickly reply "umm yeah, sorry... it wasn't me I just got home!" He chuckles, we both know I'm lying. He says "Its okay." He obviously didn't know what he was dealing with here. He enters the bathroom and I quickly run to the other side of the room and hide myself behind the desk while I relay the story in horror to my friend Amanda over MSN. She tries to goad me into going and asking the guy if that's the most impressive pile he's ever witnessed, but I am a chicken, and decided against such an adventure. After several minutes of turd wrangling the pour soul comes out and asks me if I want house keeping to come clean up the bathroom, to which I obviously reply "No thanks, it can be taken care of tomorrow!" he nods in understanding and takes his leave and I breathe a sigh of relief. Also to my great relief, I go and make use of the newly functional throne (I stop halfway and flush twice just to make sure)

Ten minutes later (I'm still tucked into the corner chatting on MSN) someone enters my room, it can't be my roommate he won't be home till tomorrow night. I peek around the corner, and it's a maid... I guess Mr. Plunger wasn't so understanding after all. Probably his revenge on me for the plunging experience of the year. I don't give away my position behind the desk in the corner and hope she just cleans and leaves. I hear several flushes and decide to start counting. 1, 2, 3, 4... something has to be wrong. I think, but I'm not sure, that I clogged that bad boy again! I guess only the maid will ever know for sure. Anyways, she continues to clean but eventually she comes to work on the rest of the wrecked room, she walks over to my bed to start making it and finally notices me "oh oh oh oh sorry" she says in broken English. I say "hey..." She responds with "Want me make bed?"
"No thanks, that's okay.... sorry about the bathroom!" I say. She responds with, "that's okay, *giggle* lot of poopy!" I almost die on the spot, but respect the lady for her openness. She goes gives up on the room and goes back into the bathroom where she again continues alternate between going out into the hallway to get stuff from her cart, and flushing the toilet. (this is when I started writing this piece) 5, 6, 7.... EIGHT times she flushed my toilet while cleaning my bathroom. This is after it had already been plunged! Finally, after about 20 minutes of dedicated work she finished and left. I bid her farewell with a nervous laugh and here I sit, awash with conflicting emotions. A part of me is proud of my manly movements, but most of me wishes to god I was faster getting my clothes on.

ChiefsFire · 12-18-2006, 08:53 PM

wow

"These are the days of our lives...."

**Buck** · 12-18-2006, 08:57 PM

Great Story.

**Bob Dole** · 12-18-2006, 08:59 PM

Did you at least name the kids you dropped off at the pool?

It's not a good story unless they have names.

DenverChief · 12-18-2006, 09:00 PM

very well written I

the whole time

**Buck** · 12-18-2006, 09:00 PM

Oh yeah, I'd rather shit in a bag, f.y.i.

ChiefsLV · 12-18-2006, 09:04 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by cheeeefs

As I sit here a maid is walking in and out of my room at The Hilton...

That was awesome, one of the best poop stories I've read. You should post that puppy on poopreport.com.

Man, it sucks to be the plunger guy.... It must have gotten pretty ripe in there leaving it all day.

cheeeefs · 12-18-2006, 09:05 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Bob Dole

Did you at least name the kids you dropped off at the pool?

It's not a good story unless they have names.

well, the first one would be John Coffey

and since the second was just a dollop... Maybe Verne Troyer

Quote:

Originally Posted by BuckinKadeing

Oh yeah, I'd rather shit in a bag, f.y.i.

Hind site is always 20/20

**Buck** · 12-18-2006, 09:08 PM

I think it should be Behindsight.

Coach · 12-18-2006, 09:09 PM

Wow...

That...was....AWESOME!

JonesCrusher · 12-18-2006, 09:13 PM

You have a gift, and you're a good storyteller too.

chiefs4me · 12-18-2006, 09:18 PM

good god, how much do maids get paid..you couldn't ever pay me enough to clean that mess up...

trndobrd · 12-18-2006, 09:25 PM

This is how a poop thread is supposed to be.

**Iowanian** · 12-18-2006, 09:28 PM

You know this problem in our country is in dire need of repair when a canadian turd wrangler is watching our Mexican boarder.

The Irony is that the made who tamed Turd Mountain, is probably illegal.

You leave good tip mista.

**Bob Dole** · 12-18-2006, 09:35 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by chiefs4me

good god, how much do maids get paid..you couldn't ever pay me enough to clean that mess up...

That's why your dad kept repeating, "Go to college".

12-18-2006, 08:47 PM
cheeeefs Aishwarya Rai Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Baltimore Casino cash: $10004900	Toilet Plunger Blues As I sit here a maid is walking in and out of my room at The Hilton back and forth to my bathroom, casting gazes of wonderment in my direction as I type furiously on my laptop, pretending to be too engrossed in my work to notice her. I guess you might be wondering how I got to this stage, well finish eating your food, and get a garbage pale, you just might need it. Right now I'm doing border patrol in Tucson Arizona where I go on site for about 32 hours. This is good and all, except for the fact that if you have to shit, you have to shit in a bag. No big deal really, except we are on an Indian reservation and we have to take said bag back with us. So you carry your shit bag with you for hours, an experience I have to this point, skillfully, even if sometimes painfully avoided. Now, being a man of voracious appetite I do my daily ritual two, sometimes three times a day. Holding said daily ritual I have very recently found out results in an increase in the mass of the movement in a near linear fashion. Needless to say I got home and absolutely destroyed my toilet, it was truly epic. Frankly, I flushed the toilet and left that bathroom with my chin up and a bounce in my step, a proud man. Fast forwarding to the next morning at 5am, I wake up and make sure my system is empty and ready for another 32 hour shift by quickly dropping a dollop of doo. Flush flush goes the toilet. Standing up, to my dread, I realize the water level is rising and there is so much shit in the toilet it looks like an island in the Bahamas (minus the sexy women with daiquiris). I take the lid off and try to stop the spillage but its too late. Water has gone all over the floor and I do a cute little foot dance avoiding all I that I can without letting go of the damn bulb and keeping the lid from dropping. I adroitly handle this sad situation but realize that I only have about 20 minutes before I have to report for duty. I search frantically for a plunger but there is none in sight. I use all four towels to soak up the floor and with no other options I just leave, whispering an apology to my poor sleeping roommate who will now share a room with Turd Island until he can get someone to clean it up, or so I thought. Fast forward to one hour ago. I come home and notice a privacy please card hanging on the door and think to myself "great, my roommate didn't let room service clean" I check the bathroom and yup, same way I left it... serves me right I guess. so I call down to the front desk and ask for a plunger, the lady stifles a laugh and says "Oh, you got a problem on your hands?" I'm like "ummm yeah", to which she replies "Don't worry I'll send someone up, we have a special word for situations like that". I'm thinking to myself "great, I just wanted the damn plunger, now someone gets to see Turd island and look at me like I'm some sort of circus freak" So I go back into the bathroom to try to make it a little less, you know, absolutely stomach turningly disgusting. That's when I do an actual inspection of the contents of the bowl. Turd Island has become Turd Continent. Apparently my roommate in his tired stupor didn't notice the gravitational pull of Turd Island and added yet another serving of sludge to the now almost Godzilla sized turd. I'm talking a full bowl here folks, nothing to scoff at, and exactly as big as you are imagining it in your heads. This is a full blown pile-o-turd and it aint pretty. I decide that the least I can do is replace the towels or something. So I go to pick them up and I notice little black strands all over them. (This is where it goes just a bit beyond just gross btw). I quickly realize the little black strands are PUBES. My roommate (an avid drinker) must have also done some trimming before he realized how much shit was in the bowl and let them drop down into the bowl (I guess) when he flushed, the overflow sent his floating pubes over the side of the bowl and he attempted to clean them up with the towels, spreading joy all over the bathroom. I almost vomit, decide its beyond repair, and quickly prepare myself for an escape. They can take care of this while I'm not here! I go to open the door, and who is there but Mr. Plunger himself. "Got a problem?", he asks. I quickly reply "umm yeah, sorry... it wasn't me I just got home!" He chuckles, we both know I'm lying. He says "Its okay." He obviously didn't know what he was dealing with here. He enters the bathroom and I quickly run to the other side of the room and hide myself behind the desk while I relay the story in horror to my friend Amanda over MSN. She tries to goad me into going and asking the guy if that's the most impressive pile he's ever witnessed, but I am a chicken, and decided against such an adventure. After several minutes of turd wrangling the pour soul comes out and asks me if I want house keeping to come clean up the bathroom, to which I obviously reply "No thanks, it can be taken care of tomorrow!" he nods in understanding and takes his leave and I breathe a sigh of relief. Also to my great relief, I go and make use of the newly functional throne (I stop halfway and flush twice just to make sure) Ten minutes later (I'm still tucked into the corner chatting on MSN) someone enters my room, it can't be my roommate he won't be home till tomorrow night. I peek around the corner, and it's a maid... I guess Mr. Plunger wasn't so understanding after all. Probably his revenge on me for the plunging experience of the year. I don't give away my position behind the desk in the corner and hope she just cleans and leaves. I hear several flushes and decide to start counting. 1, 2, 3, 4... something has to be wrong. I think, but I'm not sure, that I clogged that bad boy again! I guess only the maid will ever know for sure. Anyways, she continues to clean but eventually she comes to work on the rest of the wrecked room, she walks over to my bed to start making it and finally notices me "oh oh oh oh sorry" she says in broken English. I say "hey..." She responds with "Want me make bed?" "No thanks, that's okay.... sorry about the bathroom!" I say. She responds with, "that's okay, giggle lot of poopy!" I almost die on the spot, but respect the lady for her openness. She goes gives up on the room and goes back into the bathroom where she again continues alternate between going out into the hallway to get stuff from her cart, and flushing the toilet. (this is when I started writing this piece) 5, 6, 7.... EIGHT times she flushed my toilet while cleaning my bathroom. This is after it had already been plunged! Finally, after about 20 minutes of dedicated work she finished and left. I bid her farewell with a nervous laugh and here I sit, awash with conflicting emotions. A part of me is proud of my manly movements, but most of me wishes to god I was faster getting my clothes on.
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