Relatively Minor
Laughter does not have to come from a major source. It could indeed be ... relatively minor.
When you gotta go, you gotta go!
I had to answer the call of nature on line number two, and fully expected to leave the facilities and complete my paperwork within minutes. However, an unexpected plumbing issue left me high and dry. Unable to complete my deposit at the porcelain bank, I was desperate to rectify the situation. I hurried to the local retailer to find any over-the-counter medications ending with “lax”. After carefully scrutinizing several boxes and comparing delivery times (from 6-12 hours to a few days), I purchased a small bottle of Castor oil, which offered a two- to three-hour window of relief.
Back home, I noticed the bottle contained no dosage information, so I conservatively poured an amount about the size of a nickel onto a spoon and anxiously waited for it to take effect.
Intermittent trips down the hall for the rest of the day filled the steps requirement on my Fitbit, allowing me to sit and gain further appreciation of the inner ambiance of our bathroom.
Our tiny water closet features vibrant pink walls complemented by mint green 4x4” tile blocks, mathematically spaced seven across and twelve down. I never really took the time to count them until I was forced to sit for an extended period.
The shower curtain contains a brilliant mix of pink and light purple flowers. I was in the bathroom long enough for new buds to sprout.
Additionally, I sought relief by reading “Uncle John’s Fast Acting Long Lasting Bathroom Reader”. I don’t consider myself a diligent throne sitter; however, the trivia and short essays on miscellaneous topics kept me on the edge of my seat. My favorite story within the book was a short story, and I found it particularly stimulating. Everything worked out in the end.
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Clever! I read it several times because it was so funny.
This is hilarious. And I normally hate "potty humor."