The Poo Room

Poo...not something I should be blogging about, but due to a recent experience I find it impossible not to bring it up. If your looking for a nice heartwarming blog...TURN AWAY NOW!!!

The natural reaction to the word poo, is disgust. It isn't a very pleasant topic to bring up at a dinner table. For instance I don't think if you were having dinner with your family, or a friend's family, you would start up a conversation concerning poo. At least most of us wouldn't.

One of my best friends has a very strange fascination with the word poo. It isn't really to do with what the word represents (well...maybe a little, maybe a lot...he has a strange sense of humour), but more the word itself. There are plenty of words out there that are simply funny just because of the way they sound when spoken...but that's another days story.

The word poo for me simply makes me think of a few life memories, some funny but some I just...I just wish I could un-have the experience that lead to that memory. I know what your thinking..."where is he going with this...?", don't worry, it's not what you think...

...it's worse.

My earliest memory that I relate to the word poo was a word my mum used instead of the word fart. She would call them poo-pops, and for years of my childhood that's what I would call them. It wasn't until recently when I brought that story up to my "poo-friend"... (sounds very wrong I know), that we realised how ridicuously funny it was and ended up in an uncontrollable fit of laughter, because honestly if someone came up to me now and said they just did a poo-pop, a simple fart wouldn't have been my original guessing of what had occured.

About a week or two ago however, I had a very different and very disturbing encounter with poo. Now I know you're all expecting some laxative/diarrhoea story where I ended up being humiliated. Luckily for me that is not the case. This particular encounter was much less personal but more...public.

My college housemate and I decided one saturday afternoon (notice the AFTERNOON part of this sentence...it will be important later), to innocently walk into the city centre to do a bit of shopping. It was an unusually sunny day for Ireland, and we were in such a great mood after just seeing THE CUTEST little toddler on top of her father's shoulders, the coolest baby ever!!! Nothing could dampen our spirits...or so we thought/hoped/wished we could have foreseen what we were about to witness and simply turn around and follow the really cool baby to whatever shop they were going to.

Nope...

We continued on...

While in the middle of a conversation about something completely random, or simply quoting lines from our favorite tv show "Parks and Recreation" (if you're not watching it...just do), I saw something out of the corner of my eye...
Not wanting what I had hoped I had not seen to actually be true, I turned to my friend and asked her to look in that particular direction and convince me there was nothing to see...
When she suddenly stopped and let out a slight scream of disgust, I knew it was actually happening... a middle aged woman was leaning against the courthouse, at 3 in the afternoon, in front of EVERYONE... taking a massive, and unforgetably runny POO!!! (IN THE AFTERNOON).

We were utterly disgusted.

We uncomfortably froze in a state of shock, before bursting into laughter and running away...still not sure were we possibly dreaming,  as a few minutes later we were attacked by a pigeon!

To my surprise,  and honestly a little worry about who I'm friends with, about 90% of my friends and family that I told the story to, asked me did I video it with my phone and put it on youtube...? Really??? That was the furthest thought from my mind when I was in the middle of a busy city centre street, at 3 in the afternoon, watching a woman twice my age just casually take a massive SHIT!!! (Sorry...I meant poo). Maybe it's just me?

Of course the first person I called to tell this story to was my poo-friend, who quite expectantly burst into a familiar fit of laughter (the same friend who noticed another friend was about to step in a huge pile of dog poo but rather than warn her, simply waited for the hilarious reaction he so frantically wanted).

So the other day, while shopping in town I came across a funny sign for a toilet door, and knowing very well that my poo-friend's birthday was only a few short weeks away I had to get it. Whether he hangs it on his toilet door, bedroom door, or anywhere, I really think he'll appreciate "The Poo Room".