I don't even understand how something like this can happen. It looks like a combination of toilet paper, paper towels, tampons, and body wipes exploded from the drain outside the yoga studio. I don't see any poop. IS THAT POOP?!? No, I think that is dirt. F***, what did I get myself into.
I wouldn't be dealing with exploding tampon drains in my old job at the university's study abroad office. But I asked myself, am I really going to spend the rest of my life behind a desk? I had so much freedom when I was a Peace Corps volunteer in Morocco to create and move, what happened? So with the same "If Not Now, When?" mantra I used when I quit my nice job in DC to join the Peace Corps in Morocco, I quit my nice job at the university's study abroad office to manage the family yoga studio.
So here I am, examining the drain that exploded because of the pressure that was building behind the clog of toilet paper, paper towels, tampons, and wipes. I mean, WHO THE F*** PUTS WIPES DOWN A TOILET!? I WANT TO STRANGLE SOMEONE WITH THOSE F***ING WIPES! No, Lucia. Breath...10 times. You CAN do this. You are a YES. You are in the yoga business, you are not allowed to strangle people with dirty wipes that just exploded from a drain...
Now I have to call some guy named Rick Mick, or Mick Rick, I don't even know anymore, about fixing the studio's exploding drain. Water keeps pouring out and is slowly making its way down the driveway and into the street. That is A LOT of water. I hope to the gods of yoga that there is no poop in there.
The guys from Rick Mick come out and are like "again with this drain?!" Again, this happened before?! Breath Lucia, just breath. I told them I saw some tampons, but I think it's the wipes that got us this time. The two Rick Mick guys look at each other knowingly, "yeah, those wipes will get you every time." I thanked them and offered them coconut water. They politely declined but looked at me like I was crazy. I think I will need to get used to that look at this new job. At least I get to wear yoga clothes every day.
So they fixed the drain and reminded me that people should not be flushing tampons, paper towels, or wipes down the toilet. "I know, we have SIGNS!" I said with great dismay. The Rick Mick guys agreed the yoga studio's signage was adequate, wished me luck, and reiterated that wipes are horrible for the plumbing. "No s**t" I thought.
As they drove away I realized I forgot to ask if they were able to fix the big hole one of the students put in our studio wall the previous night while trying to do a handstand...
