Yesterday after work, I was going to go for dinner with an old friend of mine. When I'm doing things after work, typically, because I live out of town, I will bring a change of clothes and stay at work until it is time to go.
I usually change in the Women's Staff Washroom by my office. Some of the ladies have put some toiletries and other beauty supplies in there for everyone to share.
I have a great pair of leather sandals that I occasionally wear to work. They are very comfortable, but unfortunately they really make my feet smell. They are really closed in and all leather, so it really can't be avoided and are the only shoes/sandals that make my feet stink. I was wearing these sandals yesterday.
So, when it was time to change, I was determined to wash my feet because I was changing sandals as well. I go into the staff washroom, and after changing clothes, I prepare to wash my feet. I put a layer of paper towels on the floor and I select some bubblebath from the shelf of toiletries. I know bubblebath seems like an odd choice, but one of the ladies is an Avon representative, so we have all sorts of stuff in there.
I hoist one foot into the sink, run the water, put some bubblebath in my hand and go to town. There is no stopper for the sink, so the water just runs...except that the longer I take, the more bubbles there are in the sink. I manage one foot okay. I dry it off, put a new layer of paper towels on the floor, and hoist the other foot in the sink. I turn the water back on, grab the bubblebath again, put some in my hand, and as I'm trying to put the cap back on and put the bottle on the shelf, I bumble it like a hot potato...my hands are slippery and I can't get a good grasp on it and I'm fumbling from one hand to another until the bottle slips out completely and lands right in the toilet bowl. Remember, I still have one foot in the sink. So, by now, with the water running, the suds are out of control and now plopping on the floor. I wash my foot, dry it off, and sop up the bubbles off the floor. I put my new sandals on and consider now how I'm going to get this bubblebath bottle out of the toilet.
The lid is not on the bottle, so the bottle has now filled with toilet water and sunk to the bottom of the bowl. I'm kind of germaphobic, so there is no way I want to put my hands into the toilet bowl. So, I grab a magazine from the magazine rack, and use it as a scoop to grab the bottle out of the toilet. It's working! I'm amazed at my own ingenuity until I turn toward the trash and the toilet water dumps out of the bottle on top of my freshly cleaned foot. I dump the bottle and the magazine into the trash and now have to wash my foot over again. The sink is still filled with suds, so I decide to just use the hand soap this time.
I take a survey of the bathroom, and it looks like something hinky definitely happened there. The sink is overflowing with bubbles, there is water all over the floor, and a big blue blob of bubblebath in the toilet. Not to mention a bottle of bubblebath and a soggy Martha Stewart Living in the trash.
I mop up the floor with paper towels and scoop the suds into the trash with more paper towels. Then I take all of the paper towels and put them in the trash, covering the magazine and bubblebath bottle. Then, after getting myself together, fixing my hair and makeup, I gather my belongings, and flush the toilet with my foot. The bubblebath in the toilet starts to bubble and by the time the toilet finishes cycling, there are suds as high as the toilet seat. So I ran out the door, shut the light and just kept walking....
