If anyone truly ever needed Sugarbeet Falls’ first and favorite superhero, The Bathroom Manager, its me.
This morning, while I was in the shower, I put my clothes for the day on the floor in my room. I got out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed, just like normal. As I was walking back and forth from my closet, I noticed a little nugget our new puppy Banksy left. After an eye-roll over the loss in the latest house-training battle. I cleaned up the mess without thinking much of it.
As I helped my wife get our girls ready for school, I thought I was catching whiffs of the baby German Shepherd’s morning dookie-doo. I re-washed my hands a few times, but ultimately decided it was all in my head.
When I got to my office and sat down, I realized the powerful smell of keister cakes couldn’t possibly be in my head, but after checking my shoes and my clothes, I couldn’t find the source. My paranoia was strong as I assumed that potentially, now that I’m 40, I might just be one of those old guys who stinks.
Eventually I went a little nose-blind to the smell and got to work. Later in the morning, I went to the rest room to change to go work out. When I took off my jeans, I saw it. A four inch streak of what was once perfectly harmless puppy food. Now it was digested, passed, stinky, and crusted to the innocent hairs on my leg.
It occurred to me that the reason I hadn’t noticed the original tushy tot on the floor, was due to the fact it wasn’t there until I shook it out of my pants while walking. The lingering smell is obvious. And the cleanup annoying.
I needed The Bathroom Manager because…Banksy pooped my pants!
