All In A Day’s Work – Clean Up On Aisle Fail

Recounting a great room mate story to a friend of mine. Yes it’s a true story:

He lived with a friend and me in an apartment. Hardly ever came out of his room for 6 months. Finally, he left and horrid stink was coming from his room. He had been gone for maybe 2 or 3 days now. We ventured in his room to find a debris field of tissues and dirty clothes. The smell got worse. We went into his bathroom to find that he dropped a deuce, the toilet overflowed, he attempted to plunge it, it got worse and more came out…after which he left and ran back to his parents house. Leaving us with the shit, literally.

Two bottles of bleach and many rubber gloves later, we cleaned this man-child’s mess up. The next day a phone call ensued:

Hey man.

Hey.

What’s with the shit you left?

The shit?

The shit, feces, dung that you left in your bathroom.

Oh, yeah…

I said yeah…your stuff needs to be out by the end of the week.

How the hell do you end up in your 20s and you leave poop, literal poop all over your bathroom and bail back to Mommy and Daddy? I would have helped the fool if he had asked. Instead, he left his bathroom the most disgusting mess I had ever seen and ran away.

He ran away. Let me reiterate this. He ran away from his own overflowing feces. Three men living in an apartment. He couldn’t ask either of us for help. He ran away. He ran away to his parents. It was so beyond the beyond.

It makes for a great story though!