Still don’t know how I ended up there and got fiberglass in impossible places.

Not so irrational. Happened to me once in a bad motel I was put into once. Helped my brother do a destruction job after Hurricane Sandy (I think it was Sandy? I dunno). Went to West Palm Best with him for a month; the job was to take down moldy drywall and insulation in a low-incoming community of small houses.

Still don’t know how I ended up there and got fiberglass in impossible places.

Anyway, four days into it, in as poor condition as these hurricane soaked/wrecked houses were, the motel we were placed in wasn’t much better.

Leaned forward on the rocky toilet. “crack”. Water from the top tank along with a bit from the bottom tank and the S curve on the floor. Wet feet. I was not amused at the time.

Turned off water to the toilet.

Washed off feet in the tub.

Cringingly walked THRough the _probably clean_ water (but the ‘idea’ of what was inbetween the seal and the outer edges of the porcelin couldn’t leave my mind)…and dried my feet off again in the room.

Had to confess what happened to the establishment there, who found it all quite amusing, [must be common], and shifted us to another room.

Ugh.

Irrational fear?

Naw. Totally possible.

I’m not even overly overweight but I do have a pot belly and I’m 6 tall and I’m muscular. Felt like a middle aged incredible hulk trying to take a dump once I started laughing at the whole thing.

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