A really awful predicament...

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I heard this on a radio phone-in. Yes, to a certain extent the girl in question brought it on herself... but fuck! What would you do if you were her?

The story goes like this...

A woman goes on a date and ends up spending the night at the guy's house. She has to leave early the next morning to go for work, while her hot date sleeps on. She decides that she does really like him. Actually, that's an understatement - he's the man of her dreams, and she wants to experience more nights like the sultry one she's just had.

Everything is apples until she goes to the bathroom and produces the most unladylike of floaters, that won't flush away no matter how hard she tries.

The woman panics. It's not the kind of impression she wants to leave. So she finds a plastic bag, fishes the turd out, and places it wrapped up in her handbag.

Before she leaves, she decides to leave her lover a note. She snatches a pen from the kitchen work surface and manages to scribble 'Thanks for a lovely night!' before the pen runs out.

She rummages around in her handbag for another, but can't find one. Convinced that she must have one somewhere, she empties the contents onto the kitchen surface, but alas, no pen is found.

By this point, she's running late for work, so she signs off the note with a lipstick imprint and stuffs everything back into her bag as quickly as she can. The door slams shut behind her - just as she realises that she hasn't quite remembered everything...

There, next to the note, thanking her dream guy for such a wonderful night, is a plastic bag full of shit.


So what advice would you give the poor woman? I debated this with some friends for over half an hour tonight, and eventually we had to give up because the laughter had become uncontrollable.

I'm interested to hear your slant. What would you do if you were in her shoes?

:devil:
 
Change my name and phone number.

The story sounds really fishy to me. I bet you'll find it on snoopes.com.
 
Immediately send him flowers with no mention of the special bag.

Once you are on the phone or are back together explain everything to him. Especially with the part about "man of your dreams."

Hope that you'll still be laughing about it at your 25th.

(Blush for the next forty years.)
 
She doesn't understand how men think- most guys would absolutely LOVE it :devil:
It could be the start of a perfect relationship, based on real and honest mutual knowledge!

... right, guys? Don't make a liar out of me, now....
 
Zeb - but what if this person was everything you ever looked for in a partner? Would you give up so easily? I don't really care whether this story's true or not - it's such a gem that I had to share it! :catroar:

Aurora - isn't it just! I don't think I could just drop off the face of the planet. I'd live in dread of bumping into him somewhere, or what he'd tell his friends and whether it would get back to people who knew me. It's really, really awful :eek:

Sweet - I totally admire your guts! :rose: If you did that, I think you'd deserve a gold medal.
 
Stella_Omega said:
She doesn't understand how men think- most guys would absolutely LOVE it :devil:
It could be the start of a perfect relationship, based on real and honest mutual knowledge!

... right, guys? Don't make a liar out of me, now....

Reading that makes me feel so happy to be a lesbian :p
 
scheherazade_79 said:
Zeb - but what if this person was everything you ever looked for in a partner? Would you give up so easily? I don't really care whether this story's true or not - it's such a gem that I had to share it! :catroar:
Easy come, easy go! What will be will be! ;)
 
Dran, I like your direct approach :cool: I'm just curious as to how you'd word it...

'Honey, I took a great big dump in your toilet this morning... and left this horrible great big floater. So I did what any normal person would do, and bagged it, using the same technique I use with zuccini at the grocery store. If you look closely enough, you'll see I even used the same kind of knot.

So I thought I'd just push it in my handbag and deal with it later - as you would in a situation like that.

But then I was rummaging through my handbag for a pen, so in my infinite wisdom, I decided to put the bag in the most unhygienic place I could think of. Do you remember the part of the counter where you were chopping onions last night, honey? It could probably do with a quick wipe with Parazone...'

:devil:
 
I also received this wonderfully inventive suggestion from an 'Anonymous Turd' last night:

Tell the guy that it's an African fertility ritual, where the turd is normally placed in a coconut, but because he had none in his cupboards, it was necessary to use a plastic bag instead. :cool:

Now the question is, WHO suggested this to me?

Answers on a postcode to:

Scheherazade
The Garden Shed
Ely (make sure your postcards are bulletproof)
Cardiff
Wales

The winner receives... Let me think. The winner receives a Zade Kissing Token, worth five minutes and valid until Christmas :devil:

Who is the Anonymous Turd who came up with this escape plan?
 
What bag of shit?

My plan of action would be to deny everything.

The whole situation is just too bizarre for him to piece things together and work out that I left a floater, scooped it up in a carrier bag and left it on his kitchen counter by accident.

In that situation, I should imagine it would be the first thing you took out of the house!

So I'd just let him think it was some kind of sick joke played on him by his friends :devil:
 
Wouldn't something utterly bizarre like that be the perfect way to make sure the guy wants to meet her again? If that happened to me, I wouldn't rest until I'd found her and gotten an explanation. :D
 
ok.. so if this were me...
i would have banged on the door incessently until the person answered the door... appologized for waking them as i stealthily grabbed offending bag off the counter. would offer tons of kisses and promises of another wonderful night. said person would be too groggy to see what i grabbed off the counter.
 
This is not a problem.

All she has to do is tell him her doctor asked for a stool specimen for her annual physical and she accidently left it behind! All clean and clinical like.

That being said and done I agree that this story teller is full of it, and this might turn up on snopes.
 
Scheherazade, I guess we know where you stand on this one! LMAO

"I am not having someone looking at my shit!

Things have improved x100 since laying off the Jersey milk. Even my braille has faded. I slept better last night, too.

I'll see how I go with this. Shitting into a jam jar would be a very last resort."

Hope things are running smoothly!
lolC
 
Hey, here's a real story of complete mortification though. My then husband and I were at his boss's house for dinner. Boss is a very rich man, huge magnificent house. I go to the bathroom that is closest to the livingroom. I am on my monthly ordeal and require a tampon change. Used tampon is dropped into the toilet, because the goddamned things are supposed to be flushable. I finish and flush, and the used tampon swirls around and around as the water in the toilet rises up to the top. I panic and begin to search for a plunger. None is apparent so I grab the cabinet door under the sink to open it in search of a plunger, and much to my continuing dismay and general horror, the cabinet door comes off in my hand. There I stood with a used tampon swirling around the edges of an about-to-overflow toilet and a broken cabinet door in my hand. I opened the door and called out to hubby to come hither. He shows up, can't find a plunger, soon boss and bosses wife show up. I began to explain the chain of events. Apparently this sort of thing was run-of-the-mill, par for the course and all that with a toilet that will choke on one piece of toilet paper and the cabinet door was already broken.

It was a grand show.
 
I know you can't tell from a post, but I was making light of things. More than likely I would have woke him up and asked where the heck the plunger was.
 
Dranoel said:
If he doesn't laugh and say it's ok, just turn around and leave.
Egg-zackary. If he doesn't appriciate the honesty, then he's the real turd in the story, and not worth seeing anyway. :cool:
 
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scheherazade_79 said:
I also received this wonderfully inventive suggestion from an 'Anonymous Turd' last night:

Tell the guy that it's an African fertility ritual, where the turd is normally placed in a coconut, but because he had none in his cupboards, it was necessary to use a plastic bag instead. :cool:

Now the question is, WHO suggested this to me?

Answers on a postcode to:

Scheherazade
The Garden Shed
Ely (make sure your postcards are bulletproof)
Cardiff
Wales

The winner receives... Let me think. The winner receives a Zade Kissing Token, worth five minutes and valid until Christmas :devil:

Who is the Anonymous Turd who came up with this escape plan?

BHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D
 
This is funny and we all do stupid things. I'd tell the truth, then again, I'd not take the shit from the toilet in the first place either. LOL . . .I'd sit on the bed, wake him up and tell him the truth.

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When my spouse and I were dating he came over for dinner at my parents' house. We were having steak and I don't know why I did this, but I did. I asked my dad for his pocket knife so my boyfriend/fiance could use it for his steak. My mom is like... Dee we have steak knives right here... everyone was pointing at them and everything, even my fiance. But for some reason I wanted him to use my dad's knife.. (I still don't know why)... Well my Dad, humoring me - like dad's do... gave me his knife and I flicked it open. Dried worm and fish guts fell from the blade because he'd been cleaning fish earlier that morning. . . My fiance decided to pass on my offer. :rolleyes:
 
Hmmm... I might be afraid he'd REALLY like it and turn out to be some kinky fuck who was really into fecal material and wanted me to shit on him instead of sex. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww :(
 
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