The Jerk

"And that's it and that's the only thing I need, is this. I don't need this or this. Just this ashtray. And this paddle game, the ashtray and the paddle game and that's all I need. And this remote control. The ashtray, the paddle game, and the remote control, and that's all I need. And these matches. The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control and the paddle ball. And this lamp. The ashtray, this paddle game and the remote control and the lamp and that's all I need. And that's all I need too. I don't need one other thing, not one - I need this. The paddle game, and the chair, and the remote control, and the matches, for sure. And this. And that's all I need. The ashtray, the remote control, the paddle game, this magazine and the chair. "


A fellow AUC blogger's page has seemed to have a toilet-tropism lately so I feel it neccesarry to add my own story. I walked in to the upstairs bathroom in the rotunda a few weeks back. As we all know, there is an indescribable smell up there sometimes, its not a normal bathroom smell. I honestly think its something like a dead rat in the ceiling, it is absolutely horrid, but only on certain days strangely enough. In any case, being tired during finals and it being midnight or so, you realise you haven't spoken in hours and I tend to sometimes make ridiculous small talk with people I barely even know; I think just to hear myself speak. So I make my way to the smelly 2nd floor bathroom and not thinking about what I was saying, I exclaim to the gentleman washing his hands "GOD! what is that smell huh?!" He looks at me in the mirror, obviously uncomfortable..."uh...I uh, I don't know. You know bathrooms...urine-y smell maybe" I waft towards my nose with a contorted look on my face, "No... No... its not urine....I think it smells.... like a dead animal or something....” Obviously I wasn't thinking that this guy may have just finished a very private moment in there and I was looking like a complete jerk calling him on it. I press on, “I mean really, this is TERRIBLE...Jeeze...It stinks in here....they need to like, decontaminate the ceiling or something....” He quickly shuffles over to the paper towel dispenser pulls two towels out and walks out quickly. I shrug, face the head and think, “what was THAT guy's problem....” As I finish up, it finally occurs to me. I should just keep my mouth shut when I'm going on so little sleep in the future.