I hate my prophetic tongue

Our car is parked in our apartment building basement. In the basement ceiling, there are big plastic pipes with gushing water sound in them.

Pristine would always ask, almost every morning, “what’s that sound, mom?” or “What’s inside those, mom?”

“Oh, It’s from the toilets. Your morning xxx is being flushed and going through those pipes right now.”

Then we both scream, Yuuuck!

In truth, I don’t know what’s in these pipes. I make up ewww stories just like that.

This morning, as we went out of the elevator in the basement, I heard gushing sound of water. Remembering what I told my daughter I thought, hmmm, so many people must have been in the toilet that very minute to produce that sound. A few meters away, I noticed that the pavement was wet and water was gushing from the pipes.

In the wet pavement were “mysterious yellow substances”.

Do you still want me to continue?

Ok, I will.

The smell confirmed it all. The pipes with monstrous gushing sound was indeed from the toilets and obviously contained no less than *cough* human waste which has has leaked and spilled all it’s contents on the basement floor. (Typing this is making me dizzy)

Ooh, don’t look for any evidence photo. I was running for my life in the other way to our car and sped off.

Thankfully, Pristine is having 2-weeks vacation from school and not with us this morning. Tonight, we’ll have to find another temporary parking space until the mess is cleaned up. I don’t want to see that before dinner!!