This morning, Unnamed Student informed me he was having stomach problems and asked to go to el baño. A couple factors influenced the next sequence of events.
1. Too much TPVile and wretched story short - I spent my lunch break bleaching the bathroom within an inch of its life and wishing I owned an Ebola containment suit. I'm a leetle tempted to go into more detail, but my dad's warnings are ringing in my head. Something having to do with not lowering my blog's standards...hahahahaha.
2. A wooden stick when a plunger couldn't be located (can you say "frantic"?)
3. One too many flushes