For the past three years I have been unable to use the bathroom over at the Birdhouse. Jaybird and maribou felt that my toilet habits were making a situation worse that already existed at the Birdhouse. The line leading out to the sewer was terra cotta, invaded by roots and basically a pain in the ass. The toilet backed up once and I was cautioned to run the tub. Next time I ran the tub and flushed but water started dripping down on maribou in the computer room.
In no uncertain terms was I to use their bathroom ever again. It's unfortunate that my stomach and bowel are so volatile. One morning, I'll go once and won't have to go again until the next morning. Other times, and more frequently, I'll have violent squirtshits. Driving back home became an adventure. If you thought drunk driving is a danger, try doing it while browncapping. Needless to say, my dignity has been more than bruised over the past couple of years in addition to a few ruined pairs of underwear.
After maribou had a recent bout with stomach flu, or worse, the toilets backed up again. I felt relief that I hadn't used their facilities so I couldn't be blamed for the situation. A few days ago, the lines were replaced with PVC and now I can go upstairs and use the toilet like a human being. Friday night I had to go twice and it went off without a hitch.
Are IQs falling, is National Geographic following the path of least resistance or are things changing and I just don't "get it"?
