Something very interesting happened to me at work today. An event of such magnitude, that the lessons I learnt would help all and sundry.
After yet another tasteless lunch with at the FC, courtesy the default caterer there, I returned to my seat and resumed work. An hour or so afterwards, I got the urge to take a dump and headed to the loo.
Once I went into the toilet, as usual I first checked for the availability of the toilet seat cover paper. Satisfied with its availability, I bolted the door and got down to business.
Once I reached the stage where I could complete the transaction, I picked up the health faucet, positioned it and pressed the lever to get the stream of water. Only problem, was that while I did want to press the lever, there was no lever to be pressed. It was broken.
I couldn’t believe it. Then I told myself that nothing was lost and that I would just have to go back to the ways of the Western world. So when I reached out for the toilet paper dispenser, I was shocked to find that there was no paper there!!!!
Imagine my plight, sitting in the toilet and with seemingly no option to clean myself. So, I returned to the health faucet and started investigating the broken portion of the handle, with the hope that I would be able to activate the mechanism with my finger nails.
I tried pulling the metallic portion, pushing it, twisting it. All of this only resulted in more frustration, since my nails and fingers couldn’t replace the lever.
By now I was aghast. Started wondering what to do next. How could I even get to the next bathroom? And even if I did, what was the guarantee that it was vacant? Then I started contemplating the option of calling one of my friends to the toilet area and ask him to borrow a roll of paper from the neighboring toilet and pass it on to me. That would then warrant me opening the door and the very thought sent shivers done my spine.
I went back to the faucet with more vigor, yet the result was no different. I was resigning to my fate and was almost going to call up my friend, when I got this big brainwave.
I remembered that the toilet seat paper, was made of, well, paper. I twisted myself from my seat and looked back at that dispenser and sure enough, I could see that THANKFULLY, it had paper in it. With a childlike glee I attacked the dispenser and took some 3-4 sheets and then used them as toilet paper.
Then with a sense of pride and achievement, I got out of the toilet and stepped back into civilization as a "clean" and confident man.
1 comment:
BRAVO. A lesser man would have cursed the management and would have just pulled up his trousers and moved on with his life like millions of our brothers and sisters in the villages. I remember in some movie Mr. Goundamani walking to the fields with a copper shombu as tiny as a contact lens case, before confronting Mr. Senthil. Who knows how many had been in that same stall before you, and employed the same technique or worse, what sort of probing experiment may have actually broken the lever.
All the same, please remind me never to shake your hand ever, for the rest of my natural life.
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