While on a family trip a few years ago, I had to share a hotel room with my Uncle Dave. You need a little back story on my Uncle Dave. He is one of the funniest and most eccentric people I know. I could spend an entire day describing all of the odd things he has done. Just at meals. For instance, he eats kiwis like they were apples. Bites right through the teenage "my first beard hair" skin and all (it makes me shudder just thinking about it). He eats french fries. Everyone does. What's so weird you say? Well, he does not eat the whole fry. He eats up to the end of the fry and leaves the part that he was holding onto. By the end of a meal, there is a whole pile of discarded fry ends on his plate.
Anyway, back to the story.
After a long day of driving, we finally made it into our room. He quickly raced into bathroom. After quite a while, he came out and said that we had a problem. Whatever is he talking about I thought to myself. I hope he isn't talking bout what I think he is. Oh man, he's gotta be just joking.
"Well.....the toilet here couldn't handle me." And without any hesitation, Uncle Dave picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. As he explained the situation, in a little more detail than was necessary, I thought to myself, "Yup, this is gonna be fun."
After a little while, an attendant from the hotel showed up, plunger in hand and smile on face (though I am pretty sure it was an "eff you" smile,).
"Right this way." Uncle Dave showed him into the bathroom, as if the guy couldn't figure out where the bathroom was in his own hotel (even then, what is there? a bed and a bathroom?). After a few quick strokes, the toilet was free to resume its regular duties (haha get it? ohhh potty humor).
As Uncle Dave and the now not smiling hotel attendant came out of the bathroom, my uncle said something that has stuck with me for many years now. With a shit-eating grin on his face, as if it was some consolation to a man that just had to plunge a toilet in front of the offending party, he said:
"Well. At least the Lincoln Logs went the other way."
Yeah.
Lincoln Logs.
"Well.....the toilet here couldn't handle me." And without any hesitation, Uncle Dave picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. As he explained the situation, in a little more detail than was necessary, I thought to myself, "Yup, this is gonna be fun."
After a little while, an attendant from the hotel showed up, plunger in hand and smile on face (though I am pretty sure it was an "eff you" smile,).
"Right this way." Uncle Dave showed him into the bathroom, as if the guy couldn't figure out where the bathroom was in his own hotel (even then, what is there? a bed and a bathroom?). After a few quick strokes, the toilet was free to resume its regular duties (haha get it? ohhh potty humor).
As Uncle Dave and the now not smiling hotel attendant came out of the bathroom, my uncle said something that has stuck with me for many years now. With a shit-eating grin on his face, as if it was some consolation to a man that just had to plunge a toilet in front of the offending party, he said:
"Well. At least the Lincoln Logs went the other way."
Yeah.
Lincoln Logs.
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