I was in Biggar on the weekend for a cabaret. During the cabaret, about 6 drinks in (so I was still sober enough to realize what was happening), I went to buy another drink. In line, at the bar I could feel wetness in my socks. I looked down and there was water, two inches deep, everywhere!!!
A toilet in the boy’s bathroom was overflowing. Into the bar. And onto the dance floor. GROSS
Needless to say, this was point I knew that I wouldn’t be forgetting this night. The next day, I didn’t want to put my shoes on. After I touched them to put them on, I sanitized my hands. When I got home, my Mom threw them in the washing machine.
I still can’t wear them though. There’s toilet water stigma on them.
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This happened once at Ezzies, the country bar in Lloyd. Inches of water pouring from bathroom to dance floor. Cowboy urine.
God doesn't want you to sin anymore. It was a sign!
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