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A Tragic Story about a Man and his BreadSo I was sitting down in the first floor pad for some reason or another. Perhaps watching one of the ubiquitous Super Mario Cart 64 battles of freshman year and I saw it: A big, beautiful roll of blackbread, like a giant baguette. I cast a covetous eye on it - I've always been a carbo addict. I could tell it was fresh and nearly untouched. Also, as was nearly always the case freshman year, I was starving. I rarely woke up in time for dinner so I usually had to wait for breakfast the next morning.I think I offered to buy it, but I was denied. Oh well, I thought, it looked like some really good bread, and I know that if I had it, I wouldn't want to part with it. I hoped that whoever the bread belonged to would appreciate it. Okay, so I have LITTLE too much regard for baked goods, but bear with me, here… I went back upstairs at some point, of course; hung out in the third floor lounge arguing with Suzy and whoever else came along, no doubt. I got over my dearth of carbos. The next day the RAs called a meeting. The bathroom on the first floor was to be closed because the toilets were backed up. I was mainly glad I lived on the third floor, since the second floor bathrooms would bear the brunt of the first floor coming up and using their bathrooms. For some reason, though, the RAs seemed a little exasperated about the whole deal. I thought - jeez, what's the deal? I mean, is it our fault if the plumbing sucked? I was discussing this with someone else who had actually seen the aftermath of the plumbing backup. "Well, actually," they were saying, "A bunch of people down there were really drunk and flushing all sorts of crazy things down the toilets and they just backed up. It was really disgusting." "You saw them flushing stuff down the toilet?" I asked. "No, but I saw what came out when it backed up. I thought there was shit everywhere at first, until I realized it was just a whole bunch of some dark bread floating in the water." |
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