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Friday, November 14, 2008

a wedding gift from hell


Jenn's story about giving the grand tour of her newly remodeled house one New Year's Eve reminded me my most memorable wedding gift. One that I would like to forget, but can't.


We got married in my homestate in the Northeast. When we returned to Texas, my in-laws gave us a wedding party, in our newlywed home.


In preparation, SAM and I had done a bit of spiffing up, painting our bedroom the color of "Softness" for example (a mauve color, for those of you who don't keep a paint wheel by your computer screens). A few wedding gifts had arrived early, including blue towels we had registered for. So those were hanging in the newly bleached white tiled bathroom.


A cherished lifelong friend from Lousiana had arrived on her Harley lowrider with her mother strapped on the back. When they finished unpacking, I started to show them around. By this time the party was in full throng. About 50 guests were making merry.


After oohing and ahhing over Softness, my friends and I proceeded to the master bath. I spotted something dark hanging over the rim of the white waste basket. In one of those seconds that felt like hours, I zeroed in on this dark thing. What the hell is that? What the fock is that? Is that a turd? Yes.It.Is.A.Turd. A giant, glistening, man-sized turd draped on the rim of the white wastebasket in a white bathroom. And my guests are right behind me. Holy shit. No pun intended. And there was nothing at all holy about it.


In a flash, and before my guests could see, I grabbed one of my new blue hand towels, mercifully located just above the wastebasket. With towel in hand I flipped the turd inside the bin and threw the towel on top. I squeezed beside my guests, rushed it outside, and set the wastebasket on the ground behind the air conditioner unit. Will deal with that gem later.


Noone was the wiser. My guests didn't seem the least phased. They had just ridden four hours on a motorcycle so I suppose their brains were a bit foggy.


Later, when my husband and I had time to discuss the mystery poo at length, we started looking over our guest list. Who would have taken a shit on the wastebasket that was three feet away from the toilet? Why? How was that managed, exactly, the turd so evenly laid upon the wastebasket rim? Think about it, people. And think how you might have fared, under scrutiny for such a foul deed?


My husband immediately pointed to one of his distant relations, a kid who was in young elementary school. The kid looked troubled, he argued. He'd always thought something was wrong with the kid, he insisted. You don't know this family like I do, he went on. I do admit, the child had big dark circles under his eyes and looked like he was up to no good. I still have an image of his face burnt into my memory, him looking up at me, later that same evening. And yes, the guilty expression haunts me.


But I defended that poor kid. "That was an adult turd. A man-sized turd. It did not come from the anus of a child." To this day SAM insists it came from that child. I counter it came from an adult. Though what adult would do such a thing is not something I care to dwell on.


The next time we had visited with this family, maybe a year later, I found myself engaging the mother of this child with a slightly more indepth line of questioning than I might have done under normal circumstances. SAM was eyeing me down the table, giving me a subtle, knowing nod, with one of his familliar "see if I'm not right" expressions written all over his face. My undercover investigation did not yield much, however, except for learning that the dad was determined the child would become a linebacker in the NFL one day (the kid was on the runty side and never played football, unless punting football shaped turds into wastebaskets counts). He is smart as a whip, deans list and all that.


So these many years later, we still have not settled or agreed upon the ownership of the mystery poo. I've filed that away under one of life's mysteries better left unsolved. I have, learned since, however, with plunger in hand, that yes, small children can, indeed, leave man-sized turds.

26 comments:

Helena said...

I would be dying to find out who it was. How have you been able to sleep all these years? Don't you just want to shout out the question to everyone who was there and see who starts to blush?

Mental P Mama said...

Ah the mystery of the turd lives on. And now it lives in my brain as well. Arrrgh.

Blue Mountains Mary said...

That is what I was thinking..

That my boys can absolutely do man sized turds!

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

Thank you for my daily laugh--I just imagine the disussion you two must have had for days. This is not something you let go of.

Madge said...

sometimes my children scare me with the size of their poo.

Stacie said...

I am so happy that your blog was the first that i read in a very long time. As a matter of fact, I read it to my whole family who enjoyed a good friday night laugh. Just for the record, your blog took precedence over SURVIVOR MAN.

phd in yogurtry said...

helena -- it definately occupied its share of gray matter for quite some time

mental p -- sorry 'bout that

mary -- yup, girls too

jenn -- and still haven't, on some level

madge -- used to scare one of my kids, too

stacie -- I'm so happy too! Thanks for reading and commenting and sharing with your family.

thedomesticfringe said...

Oh, my...that's all I have to say.

bernthis said...

You would be very surprised what can come out of a toddler. Or at least my toddler. Never underestimate them...ever. :)

Nora Bee said...

This is one of the most bizarre stories I have ever heard! Quick thinking on your part.

laurie said...

wow. and your collection is still short one towel, i assume?

Reluctant Blogger said...

haha that was SO funny.

My youngest used to hate pooing in the toilet and used to disappear into a corner (and it was ALWAYS a corner- maybe he felt safe there?) to do one. He'd do it whatever was in the corner so I am sure a bin would have been considered very convenient!! I used to have to do a quick "corner check" before we had visitors - just in case!

the poos of small children can be unbelievably large - I've shovelled up a fair few in my time so I speak with authority!!

AnnD said...

I laughed out loud about 5 times when I read that. I guess you'll never know until you meet your maker and you can ask Him/Her.

Vodka Mom said...

OMG!!!! I am laughing my ass off. THe mystery of the man-sized turd!!!!!!!!

hahaha. I needed that.

Hip Mom's Guide said...

That is just sick!! Yuck!! And blue mountain mary makes a fine point...

Health Psych said...

Thought about alien visitation?

May be this was close encounter of the turd kind?

Mary Alice said...

O.M.G. How horrifying. THat was some quick thinking though. I might have just stood there pointing and said "who the...what the...agggghhh...why??????" and then the guests would have totally noticed.

Real Live Lesbian said...

Ewww! We had a mystery turd here at work last year. I thought it was mud. Then realized what it was. Thankfully I used a TON of toilet paper.

I'd still like to put a video camera in the bathroom to see how these guys perch on the toilet so as to blow a turd on the floor in front of them! LOL

phd in yogurtry said...

rb -- Having learned so many toddler toilet training stories, and how some kids get used to pooing in odd places, I'm guessing now it was a child who felt more comfy using the wastebasket. Not all that strange, when you think of it in those terms. But it was the man-size-ness of it that had me so freaked.

annd -- but do I really want to ruin the heavenly buzz by finding out?

health psych -- haha. very good.

Anonymous said...

yes-- small children can poo huge. And I don't get why some kids seem to crap while doing pirouettes in the bathroom?! Why would you poo all over and not clean it up? If my kids did this I would go ballistic.

stephanie (bad mom) said...

This story is fascinating & gut-wrenching all at once. I'm stunned.

If you haven't already, read David Sedaris' essay "Big Boy." You will certainly relate.

JCK said...

Yes, those small children can. :)

OH, this was a great story. And your swiftness and covert action was impressive to say the least!

Braja said...

This is better than the JFK conspiracy. No, really...

Magpie said...

That is freaky weird.

What did you do with that towel?

phd in yogurtry said...

anon -- I would not be too happy either if this was my kid's doing. I would be mortified. But then, kids can be really funky when it comes to poo so I would just hope like crazy that people understood.

stephanie -- I love Sedaris. Which book is it in? I have "Talk Pretty" but I don't remember it in there.


jck -- pure adrenaline response

braja -- was there a partner in poo on the grassy knoll?

magpie -- I'm pretty sure we salvaged the towel. I made my husb deal with it. I do know I had no further dealings with the shizzy towel. I believe the cleaned up version is floating around here somewhere.

Jennifer H said...

The things that come out of my kids astound me.