Thursday, January 25, 2007

The toilet mafia

Last night, I decided to be a very good girl. Or at least a very good student. Lately my study ethics has been lower than most known and unknown bottom-dwellers, but now the decision to learn was made. So I found my hideously yellow compendium and stuck my nose in it with great enthusiasm.

Over the next couple of hours, said enthusiasm plummeted back down to bottom-dweller level. By the beginning of the third hour, my eyelids were starting to sag.

All of a sudden, I was standing in a very long, very grey and very narrow hallway. The walls were lined with stalls containing toilets in various states of disrepair, which was hard to ignore despite of the attempt to distract the users from this fact by hanging pretty pictures in gold frames inside the stalls.

Next to me, was my friend Anne. She hopped up and down and clearly needed to pee. However, she was sceptical of using one of the stalls, because it was a well known fact that they were operated by the mafia, even though there didn’t seem to be any goons around at that particular moment. But when you have to, you have to, and that’s all there is to say on the subject.

So she went…

And then something bad happened… Something really bad… Anne broke one of the picture frames. Next thing I know, we’re running down the endless hallways of stalls, chased by angry members of the mob, while we were throwing the corpse of the frame back and forth between us, saying stuff like:

“You take it”
“I don’t want it”
“Well, you broke it”

Then I woke up with magic marker all over my face. But at least I can pee now without being chased by the mafia.


Jazz said...

So that's what you've been doing. Studying and dreaming about mafia toilets. Mafia toilets with pretty pictures in them. I wonder what Freud would say.

jillie said...

That is too funny...looking at the toilet seat is making my butt cold! HAHAHA


ticknart said...

"But at least I can pee now without being chased by the mafia."

And isn't that all we really want in the world?

furiousBall said...

haha, yeah marker on the face is a light sentence from the toilet mafia. you're lucky that wasn't a "made toilet"

Steven said... least until tomorrow night. ;)


choochoo said...

Jazz - Freud would probably be peeking over the stalls to watch my friend pee, that old sicko.

Jillie - my, you do have a very... uhm... empathic butt:P

Ticknart - that and pie

Furiousball - I was lucky they didn't sement me to the bowl.

Steve - Naah. Tomorrow night I'll probably be chased by the bear again. Or the moose or that angry leprechaun.

mist1 said...

I sniff markers too.

Tim Rice said...

Great post! :) Dreams can be such funny things.

Frank Marcopolos said...

freud would have a field day.

Jocelyn said...

I guess you've learned an important lesson here about studying. Dangerous stuff.

choochoo said...

Mist1 - the fumes probably explain the dream

Tim - I'm good at creating weird dreams...

Brooklyn Frank - I'm sure I could have scared Freud a little, if I really tried:D

Jocelyn - you're absolutely right. That's why I try to avoid it these days.

Mike said...

Tooooooo weird... That's what I love about dreams :)

choochoo said...

Dreams are cool;)