I recently rediscovered my old travel blog from back when I lived in London (no, you don’t get a link, unless you ask me on Formspring), which has taught me two things: 1) I’m a lot different than I was back then, and 2) Blogger sure keeps defunct blogs up for a long while.
As I took the trip down memory lane, I found one post that actually seemed like something I might have written only a few days ago. It was markedly different in voice and tone than many of the other posts. And it seemed good enough to share. So, I present to you, in the words of the Andrew of late 2006, a time-traveling, not-quite guest post… a tale of the communal bathroom:
I woke up the other day and was getting ready for class as usual. Walking to the bathroom to take a shower, I opened the door to find the tub two-thirds full of red Kool-Aid. I decided to use the bathroom at the other end of the hall instead. I was tired and at the time thought that maybe it was just very watery blood.
I returned to the building twelve hours later and noticed a sign on the bathroom door. It said:
Whoever left the bathroom like this needs to clean it up. This is not acceptable behavior.
Do you honestly expect housekeeping to clean this up?
-The Building Managers
I opened up the door and noticed the red liquid still in the tub. Sighing, I pulled the plug from the drain of the tub. It was gone in about three minutes. Later, some people filled the tub with dish soap to better clean it out.
It’s funny that the building managers took the time to:
- Open the door
- Assess the situation
- Go down six floors
- Draft a letter
- Proof the letter
- Print the letter
- Go back up the six floors
- Tape the letter to the door
When all they had to do was have one person step inside, reach down, and pull out the plug. I’m pretty sure there’s a good metaphor in there somewhere.
