Thursday, December 13, 2007

Eau de toilette

I went to the toilet today, for a wee.
The end.


No, not really. That's just the beginning. So, there I was, sitting... as one does... when I noticed a small nondescript box under the basin. I've never seen the box before so, being catlike in nature, I picked it up. It was heavy, and floral and pink. I flipped it upside down (remember, still sitting on the loo) to investigate further. Turns out it was liquid soap - and it was open.

Unfortunately, I only realised this after I had released a few gallons of hand soap directly into the crotch of my pants. Not a problem - I'll just wipe it out with wet toilet paper. Undiluted soap + water... you can see this going wrong, can't you? I didn't.

Not only was my crotch reeking of lavender, now it was also looking rabid and foaming to boot.

I figured my two options were: remove pants entirely and rinse. Or attempt to wipe area dry with paper towels and deal with it later. I went for the latter. Reeking of toilettey freshness, I eventually made a beeline for my desk and remained there until it was time to put on my overcoat.

I think I just brought a whole new level to the term, feminine hygiene.

6 comments:

Peaches said...

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo Koekie!

Catalyst said...

HAHAHAHAHA! You rock, Koeks.

Little Big Sis said...

Where did we find you?!?!

haarma said...

Thats why we sent her to Holland, LBS!!

Bryan said...

jislaaik

The Blonde Blogshell said...

Oh. My. God! I think I just went bright red, very lobster like, for you! Good grief! Hahahahaha!!