The Tell-Tale Lysol

True story:

Hood clogged the toilet here a couple weeks ago. Clogs happen to everyone at some point I guess. Wrapped up his business in stall #2, flushed, and then came the dreaded rising of the water. You know that feeling... you're watching it, praying it doesn't overflow.

It didn't. But he still felt he had to do something to try and clear the clog. On the counter by the sink was a can of Lysol. It was worth a shot since he didn't exactly have a plunger around.

In it went, and it did no good, for whatever reason. He chucked the gross can in the trash and found some other way to unclog the toilet.

The next day he frantically summoned me into the bathroom. That's usually a bad way to start the day, I'd guess.

And sitting there on the counter was a can of Lysol. In fact, it was THAT can of Lysol, as evidenced by the remnants from the clogging incident* along the bottom rim.

We were stunned. Some hapless cleaning person had apparently seen it in the trash can and fetched it back out. Reasonable, since it was still nearly full.

Hood wrapped his hand in paper towels and put it back in the trash, pushing it way down and covering it with the other trash.

Wow.

So we're leaving last night, departing through the back door of the TXCN studio, and there on the floor by the door was a can of Lysol. THAT can of Lysol, as the remnants were still visible.

And frankly, we're out of ideas for discarding this can, which is clearly cursed and will haunt us for the rest of our days. It's like some unpublished (and with good reason) Edgar Allan Poe story. "The Tell-Tale Lysol" or something.


*For Brazoria County residents, "clogging incident" might actually refer to something involving Riverdance-type redneck dancers.

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This is all I've ever really read on Meher Baba

He's the Baba in Pete Townshend's classic Who song "Baba O'Riley."

I know that reading one random article about the guy isn't exactly positioning myself among the well-informed, but you know, I can't help but wonder what the heck Townshend sees in this. Baba clearly had a funny side... is Townshend actually some sort of darkly comic humanist? Is he playing a big joke on us? Or is he overwhelming moved by the fact that no one seems to think God has a sense of humor?

Or is he exactly the sort of Baba-babbling devotee portrayed here? Okay okay... guess I'll have to read more about the guy at some point. Meher Baba, that is.

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It's only teenage wasteland.