I was summoned early by Mother Nature this morning - a number 2 type visit was required at just gone 08:15. Just one out of the five traps was occupied so I plumped for trap 2. I noted that the lid was down. "Oh yes" I thought "a virgin toilet unsullied since last night's clean." I was chuffed. I was going to be the first customer. I lifted the lid expecting to see a polished seat and the reassuring blue hue of the toilet cleaning fluid thoughtfully dispensed by the appointed cleaner last evening. But it was not to be. I gasped as I was confronted by what looked like a scale model of this:
A big one, stranded, grounded at the bottom of MY pan. I dropped the lid and turned on my heels in disgust.
So what happened here?
Was this a trap set by a prankster colleague? Or was it an act of contempt executed by a disturbed, mildly mental colleague.
Is it ridiculous to assume that someone launched this leviathan, chuckled and then left it moored for the next unsuspecting punter (me) while they went into another trap to clean down?
I cannot think of another explanation.
How much is it to hire a private investigator these days?........
Your thoughts, as ever, are welcome.
