More Poo

I found myself in a profound philosophical dilemma the other day. I went to see my spiritual director and, as I left, I asked to use his loo. Sitting at the bottom of it was an large unflushed poo. Being a man of the world, I merrily peed onto of it, and flushed – only to discover that the poo in question had retained its original position. I now found myself in an awkward position; my spiritual director was hanging about the hall, and I had already flushed. To tackle this poo – someone else’s poo - would have required a vigorous attack with the toilet brush followed by more flushing; an enterprise I did not fancy, and one which would sound odd from the outside of the loo. However leaving the aforementioned poo in place means that on his next visit to the loo he may believe I have had the ill-grace to leave this greeting for him, and he may believe I was responsible depositing it. I feel certain that Plato never faced such a sticky situation.

I resolved myself to the possible shame and fled, leaving it in situ.

Just thought I would share...

Yours as ever,

The Broken Man