Seoul, Korea, within ten minutes of me arriving at our office I had a crisis on my hands. How do you flush this toilet?
So many
buttons, what do I do? I pressed the pink one on
the side. I hear a buzzing sound, HHHUUMMMM, a pipe-looking tube extends from
the back of the toilet and begins to spray water at a 45 degree angle. OH NO….I quickly dart to the side of the
stall while water shoots on to the door.
I feel like I’m in an episode of I Love Lucy. I’m trapped on the side of the bathroom
stall, while a fire engine hose of water makes a mess. I guess I chose one of the bidet functions.
Quickly I
press the button again and again to try and make it stop. Thank God I moved out of the way or my new
dress I had made in China would have gotten all wet. Instead of stopping it, pressing the button
reactivates it and the water sprays for an eternity. This time I wasn’t laughing. What should I do? I found the power button and thank God it
stopped. I look down and I’ve created a
flood. I open the door and there are two
rags on the radiator. Who knows what
these rags have touched but I sop up the water (not very well). I grab a million paper towels and hoist them
in to the garbage pail sopping wet.
Should I tell
one of my co-workers? Hell no, I run out
of there after washing my hands with a lot of soap and stride in to my first
meeting. Throughout the next two days I
see the cleaning lady in the bathroom a lot so I guess she mopped up my
mess. Thank God no one knows ---- except
you.
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