A few months back, I had been telling my nextdoor neighbor how I clean floors using only paper towels and disinfectant spray (like Fantastic or 409, whichever is on sale). She attempted to take it a step further & threw the papertowels in the commode. End result: she stopped up the common sewer lines from our apartment building.

They managed to unclog her's, but the rest of us had to wait in line, meanwhile with no workable toilets. Mine could handle pee, but that was it, even paper would just go round and round. So I put a double lined waste basket near the commode and prayed for relief (LOL).

I had my nephew visiting, even though the timing was very bad, we had made plans weeks prior to this mess, so I went ahead and let him come. BAD MOVE!

Saturday morning he started pacing shortly after he got up. Finally, he said, "Aunt Janice, I've got to go real bad". I told him that his only option was to go in the woods as the plumber would not get to me until the next day.

Poor kid was turning all shades of grey (there is not one service staion with a BR in our area). But he is petrified of bugs and would not even consider the woods. So I suggested he go next door and ask to use the bathroom. He did so, under protest. BUT he came back oh so relieved.

The next morning was a repeat of the day before. He got up pacing, he tried laying back down, pacing, squeezing his cheeks, everything, bt nothing helped. I was told that the plumber would be here by 10 that morning. 10 A.M. came ad went and no plumber. My nephew was fixxin' 2 explode! I suggested that he go nextdoor again and this time just apologize profusely.

Again, under much protest out the door he went. BUT this time he was back in a matter of seconds. He tells me that he notices the daughter's truck in the driveway which means she is visiting with her daughter's and that he is not going in there with all that company and ask to use the BR.

OK, plan B. I told him that he had one other choice, and that was to use the double lined waste basket as his toilet. He was all freaked out, BUT really, as a nurse it was no biggie to me, besides what were his choices?

Very reluctantly he headed for the bathroom. But in a few minutes he emerged all relieved and happy again. I went in behind him so I could tie up the bag and get rid of it.

To my shock, the can was empty except for a couple of sheets of paper. I'm thinking, what the heck? And start looking around. And then I saw it! A big brown pickle was laying in my slipper! He had overshot the can and crapped in my slipper!

My very first thought was, "thank God he didn't have diarrhea". At that exact moment it struck me how funny this was. This happens to be the pinicle of funny events in my life, but if he knew that I had written a webpage on this he might never speak to me again, he almost died of embarrassment the first time (I almost had a coronary from laughing)!

If this wasn't so funny it might be disgusting, but look at the whole picture before desiding. Now, believe it or not, EVERY time I do the floors with papertowels and spray, I crack up the entire time thinking about the pickle in my slipper! Wouldn't you?...