Today I chose the prompt Describe A Moment When You Ignored Your Intuition. What Happened.
Let's go back in time. Let's go back in time 16 years. I am 11. I am in the sixth grade. It is a Saturday night and I'm finishing up my vocabulary homework while sitting on my grandma's bed and watching TV in her room.
Anyways, I happened to notice tampons in my grandma's bathroom when I went to grab some kleenex from under her bathroom sink. I was curious. So I took one, and decided that I wanted to inspect it. I quickly concealed one and I ran into my bathroom. I slammed the door, took the tampon out of the wrapper and stared at it. How the hell does this thing work? What do you do with it? All these thoughts rushed through my mind as I took it out of the cardboard tube and looked at it. And then I heard my grandma walking into her bathroom, and I panicked.
Now, my gut told me not to do this. My head screamed, "NO!!!" But I think my heart was pounding so loud that it drowned those things out and I quickly threw the tampon, cardboard applicator, wrapper and all into the toilet and flushed. The water went down, and then the toilet gave a gurgle and water started to rise. And rise. And rise. Then it splashed over the sides. I screamed. My grandma came running. I opened the door. She looked at the floor. She looked at the toilet. She looked at me. I confessed to everything in one breath.
Surprisingly, she wasn't mad. She actually found it quite amusing. Who didn't find it amusing? The other 3 apartments who had to have their water shut off so that the plumbers and maintenance men could fix my little problem. You see, I clogged the toilet so bad, that it backed up water in the rest of the units in our quad. Who knew a tampon could do that, right?
Now, I've learned my lesson. One: Listen to your gut before you flush weird stuff down the toilet. Two: Do not flush tampons under any circumstances. Three: Your grandma thinks weird crap is funny.
1 comment:
That was a great story and quite funny too... well, in retrospect as i can imagine the fear I would have felt too of making such a mess of things. Isn't that why we all loved grandmas? they were more forgiving of the grand kids... :-)
Stopped by from MamaKat's Workshop.
Elizabeth
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