Everyone knew and NO one told me. Cammie doesn’t even live with us anymore and she was in on it. It’s sad how gullible I am. It is a life-hazard.
In the early hours of the morning, Malarie came home from her night shift. While getting ready for bed…the toilet began to overflow. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. The water was about to overflow, but stopped right beneath the brim.
Rick and I woke up to a note taped to the toilet lid explaining what had happened, and questioning as to where the plunger was in case of emergencies.
I hadn’t seen Malarie or Rick for a day – due to our opposite and my weird schedule – so I text Rick asking if the toilet was broken.
He said “YES”. Once he got home, I asked him what that meant. He said, “you need to plunge the toilet before you go to the washroom. If you have to poop plunge it 10 times before you go, and ten times after”.
This being a hassle, I held my pee and went to bed. The next morning I couldn’t hold out any longer. I began to plunge…
Rick was laughing in his bed.
He didn’t tell me until YESTERDAY that it was a TRICK. What a mischievous little ass, but a clever one…