On leaving the coop
Well, I'll be leaving the University Cooperative House this Tuesday, July 25th 2006. The time is definitely right. I don't know what it is, but in these last two months, I've began to notice all these eensy weensy details that make people hate this place with a seemingly irrational passion.
Take the bathrooms. Returning home to the co-op today from a typical Westwood bike ride, that is, one where car exhaust nearly chokes you and your eyes turn red from air particles, I took the trusty old elevator up to the fourth floor. The body odor that apparently was floating in there in some kind of stasis (is there some kind of spray--Eua de Body Odor that I somehow was never informed of?) didn't really faze me, rather it was a familiar smell that I've long been used to. However on returning to the hallway where my room is, it was the smell in the hall's bathroom that drew the last straw (though I thought there were none left).
The only way to label it would be to call it the "diarhea-toilet-smell." The toilet smell, familiar to many, is the smell that you find after you lift up the top of the toilet: a kind of mixture of stale water, mildew, and old porcelain with a subtle backdrop fragrance of poop. Add to this "toilet smell" the somewhat pungent scent of diarhea and you have the diarhea-toilet-smell.
Well this was the smell in the bathroom today. And if it wasn't bad enough already, there were also little yellow flakes of stray poo floating around in the toilet. It is these little things, which I have through some miracle been able to block out my whole three years of living in this place, that are making me really really happy to be getting the hell out of here July 25th!
Take the bathrooms. Returning home to the co-op today from a typical Westwood bike ride, that is, one where car exhaust nearly chokes you and your eyes turn red from air particles, I took the trusty old elevator up to the fourth floor. The body odor that apparently was floating in there in some kind of stasis (is there some kind of spray--Eua de Body Odor that I somehow was never informed of?) didn't really faze me, rather it was a familiar smell that I've long been used to. However on returning to the hallway where my room is, it was the smell in the hall's bathroom that drew the last straw (though I thought there were none left).
The only way to label it would be to call it the "diarhea-toilet-smell." The toilet smell, familiar to many, is the smell that you find after you lift up the top of the toilet: a kind of mixture of stale water, mildew, and old porcelain with a subtle backdrop fragrance of poop. Add to this "toilet smell" the somewhat pungent scent of diarhea and you have the diarhea-toilet-smell.
Well this was the smell in the bathroom today. And if it wasn't bad enough already, there were also little yellow flakes of stray poo floating around in the toilet. It is these little things, which I have through some miracle been able to block out my whole three years of living in this place, that are making me really really happy to be getting the hell out of here July 25th!
posted by The pleasure seeker at 3:03 PM
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