Sunday, December 12, 2010

Blondie and the Potato

Occurred, November 2010

From the other stories posted it would make sense for the potato to be a nickname for someone, but no, this story involves Blondie and an actual potato that came from the ground.

She had gone out the night before and when she came home made the usual random mess of food, which this day consisted of a baked potato. She fell asleep with the potato untouched and on the edge of her bed. Yes, it surprises all of us too that it didn't fall on the floor. Blondie wakes up the next morning still exhausted and not compleatly thinking. She sees this potato and decides to clean it up. Keep in mind that when she takes the stairs up from her room she is in the kitchen. Instead of doing what makes sense and going upstairs, she goes into her bathroom to clean the plate. During this process she decides the best idea is to flush the potato down the toilet. Apparently it seemed to work fine, at first.

Fast forward a couple days where her toilet is refusing to flush and it becomes unuseable. She starts using the bathroom upstairs, which we think nothing of because we live in an old house, things are bound to go wrong. Fast forward again to when we decide to call matience because in addition to the toilet we had some other things go wrong. Our maitence guy comes out and fixes her toilet like it was nothing. A couple of days later while we are all sitting around the story begins to come out of what really happened to the toilet. The conversation went a little like this while we all sat in the living room:

Struggs: So, are you ever going to tell everyone what really happened to your toilet and why it broke?
Blondie: Ummm, you can tell them.
Struggs: Yeahhh she flushed a potato down the toilet guys.

After hearing this Tot Tot texts,facebooks, and calls everyone she knows to tell them this story. As do most of us. Now when J-BayBay comes over he will lovingly reffer to Blondie as Sweet Potato. Lesson of this story: Vegetables do not belong in the toilet, take the time to walk them to the kitchen.

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