Sure, it was funny, but the point was, as my mother pointed out later when she posted the video to her Facebook page, that it was a "WashingTina moment." I had forgotten about it until yesterday when I saw this article in The Washington Post. And that got me thinking about poop and something that happened to me in elementary school.
I was in the third grade and it was a spring afternoon. The weather had gotten nice, and I was wearing a pair of white sandals that went with my outfit. We were having story time (or whatever it was called) in the afternoon, sitting in a circle, listening to our teacher read us a story. And I had to go. I asked the teacher, got the pass, and slipped out the door. The girl's bathroom was maybe three or four doors down the hall. As I pushed open the door and walked into the bathroom, I stepped in something. Something that shouldn't have been there. Poop. I slipped out of my shoe, leaving my cute sandal stuck in the mystery poop, and hopped down the hall to my classroom.
I don't remember the exact details of what happened next, but I will never forget the conversation that followed. My teacher, Miss Massey, looked at me and knew something was up.
Miss Massey: What happened to your shoe?
WashingTina: It's in the bathroom.
WT: Because I stepped in poop.
WT: In the bathroom.
MM: What was it doing there?
WT: I don't know.
MM: Was it yours?
MM: Who's poop was it?
WT: I don't know.
MM: How did it get there?
WT: I don't know.I can't remember what happened next, but I'm guessing a janitor was summoned to clean up the mess and retrieve my shoe. We never did find out the owner of the mystery poop, either. But one thing's for certain, I never wore those shoes again. I guess my mom was right, it was a WashingTina moment . . . so where are my royalties?