|Posted by doktakra on April 21, 2007 at 8:09 PM||comments (2)|
My NYU alumni pass entitled me to a complimentary gym session, and since it was on the verge of expiring, I gathered a couple of old college buddies to play basketball. The game itself isn't really the story here, but I'll note that despite being rusty, I scored two of my team's eleven points on a couple of tough jump shots. Humor me and act mildly impressed.
Afterwards, however, I had a terrible stomach ache, and found myself in a desperate search for the restroom. I didn't remember the hall layout all too well, but managed to find the locker room. I'll spare you the details, but let's just say...no, you don't want to know. Anyways, after 15 minutes, I was washing my hands and preparing to leave. It was then when I spotted four girls outside of the door. That's right, I just handled some bad business in the women's locker room. I ran back inside before any of them could spot me, but it didn't make much difference. The bathroom was all the way in the back, and there was no way to exit without passing by their lockers. I waited for a few minutes and prayed they'd leave, but of course they didn't. I figured it would probably be even worse if one of them noticed the creep hiding out in the bathroom for a half hour. Plus, I didn't want to walk out while they were changing (come on now, I'm a good person...I promise).
Well, it was moment of truth time. I walked out, pretending to be completely shocked to see them, and exclaimed, "oh, s***! This is the women's locker room?! My bad, I'm so sorry!" All four were fully clothed. Three of them barely acknowledged me, while the other one (who was pretty cute, by the way) chuckled and said it was okay. I don't think the NYU women's locker room will ever be the same again...good times!
And that's not all. I came home and was immediately informed -- by some weird dude in the elevator, actually -- that the toilet in our apartment had overflowed, again. This time, it leaked through two floors beneath us. Thankfully, the janitorial crew (who know me all too well by now) was already on it, using the trusty water vacuum to suck up the two inches of "water" on the floor. Later, the girls who live in the apartment underneath us, came up to inspect the damage, and noted that our place was shaped differently. It turns out their kitchen is actually located in the same space as our bathroom. I think you get the picture here. Neither of them appreciated the horrible joke I made next -- I won't even write it here. Let's just say it had to do with the pleasant odor in the air. Yes, this is my life.
|Posted by doktakra on April 5, 2007 at 11:03 PM||comments (5)|
Here are a couple of recent stories from my building -- I feel that each serves as a microcosm of my entire living experience.