With a new Texas-Bohemian look.
This means the end of The Grunter’s short-lived “I’m an only child again” phase.
It also means he can start blaming one of his sisters for putting the toilet lid up and not flushing.
I kid you not.
While we were in the 3 week “only child” phase, he actually said he did not put the lid up and he always flushes.
He’s totally busted after blaming his sisters for many years that they are sooooooo gross and he always flushes. (I’m just talking about pee here – seriously even my gross kids aren’t that gross.)
Big fat lie.
But not as gross as what he has to deal with at work.
*** W A R N I N G ***
This may make you stop going to the movies.
Or at least wonder what the heck is wrong with people?
This was our text message conversation with him last week while we were in North Carolina. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried…
Side note: Do not read while eating.
The Grunter (TG): Somebody made a poo on the floor of a theatre again.
Me: A baby or a grown-up poo?
TG: Grown up poo
TG: Or maybe a small horse
Me: Wow did u have to clean it up?
Me: Where was the poo located specifically?
TG: Located on the floor in the front row.
Me: Did you get a gift card?*
TG: Nope I got nothing
Me: Publix should be looking good right now
Me: Any toilet paper near the pile?
TG: Nope the horse didn’t wipe. His butt is gonna itch…
*This is the 2nd incident. The 1st one he only smelled but never located until a movie patron located it IN A SEAT where they sat down IN IT. When the 3 lucky employees had to clean it up, they all got generous gift cards from the managers.
PhilBillPaul affectionately refers to this as a “Code Brown” from his year of hotel employment when they would walkie talkie each other when there was an incident in the pool. (Caddyshack anyone?)
Soon, I will be unable to function in public.
For some reason, our family (Grandma included) finds this cry-tears funny but also utterly disgusting. We actually made him call Grandma and relay the story to her on the phone after dinner last night.
Let me tell you, I inspect the seats before sitting down now.
Grandma has a good visual in her head of some poor soul (like me) walking in with thin sandals and slipping in the floor variety. (I’m trying to refrain from using the word “poo” too many times.)
So many unanswered questions.
WHO? WHEN? And most of all…WHY?
I tell you he really earns those free movie tickets.
Another proud mom moment.
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