Double Trouble

So I was at a function for my daughter tonight.  It was for a YMCA group called adventure guides.  The host house was amazing. 

It had a wine cellar, game room, movie room and a bathroom off of the lower part of the house, near the movie room.  I mean probably a 3 million dollar house at the end of the day.  You get it.

Trouble #1

I got it; the urge that I had to take a leak; pee, urinate.  I know I know.   So I see the bathroom door open, which by the way is as big as the front door in my house.  I make a move for it.  As I enter the bathroom, I realize it has the hard to activate lights; the ones that you press twice to turn all the way on…….but they did not come on.  I was thinking, “are you fucking kidding me?!”  I had to pee!  I tried some more, managed to turn on the fan, thank you very little.  By now I was thinking, man I hope I don’t pee on the floor or miss or something.  Then I found this little button and wallah!  The clouds parted and there was light!

Trouble #2

As I strolled over to the crapper, after closing the door and locking it, I noticed that someone had already been there before me.  Yep you guessed it.  There are 7 other dads 5 feet from the bathroom and at least two saw me go in.  I peed.  Of course!! ahhhh better now.  I flush, like a true gentleman. 

So now the ruse:  That damned early 90’s low flow toilet was stopped up!  The turd that someone else left is still in there!  Oh My Gawd!!  Oh Oh OH!  (read Sam Kinison) So now I am really screwed.  No one wants to be the person that asks for the “plunger”.  Or says uh ….I stopped it up.  Or “Hey the toilet’s clogged again!”  Damn it.  So I had a decision.

The decision:

I could have been the guy to help out the host and take one for the phantom turd layer, or say nothing and leave it.  I left it.  No one saw me do it.  I didn’t do it.

What would you have done if you were in this quandry?

 peace,

Dawg