Monday, March 30, 2009

A bad mix

It was a clear night.

The air was crisp. Still.

Toilet brush in hand, he prepared.

Bleach he poured.

Chlorine. Bleach.

But I bought new cleaner, said she.

Toilet bowl cleaner.

She poured.

He brushed.

He coughed.

And coughed.

And coughed.

What is this cleaner you purchased?

Dollar tree.

Don't complain. I save money.




Can't really breath.

Wait a minute. Are you dying or something?

Call Grandma.

The nurse.

Is Tyler dying?


Call 911 now.

Ambulance arrives.

Coughing subsides.

And Rachel tells a lie.

Mr. Officer...we were cleaning the bathrooms.

Not we really. Only he.

Part of a deal we made.

So he could get laid.

Just kidding.

But that part rhymed.

So the ambulance and fire trucks left.

And she watched him breath.

And breath.

And breath.

And was glad.

Did you like my interpretive story? It's best if you're snapping your fingers rhythmically. Feel free to share at your next short story book club.

Moral of the story:
If your husband is nice enough to help with the bathrooms, don't mix ammonia based cleaning products with chlorine.

Sorry, babe.


Whitney said...

haha you crack me up! That was very useful to know, I would have probably done it. Glad he's ok.

Daron and Jamee said...

ambulance?? Oh dear! Glad he is fine and dandy.

If I were him, I would just opt out of cleaning the bathroom. Just in case, you know?


Amy said...

I'll keep that in mind. I clean the toilets though if Chad removes the hair clumps that clog the drain. We all have trade offs.

jenniferoharra said...

You are hilarious! What a nice hubby!

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Joan said...

And who says that married life isn't filled with adventure and intrigue?! OR ammonia and chlorine coughing induced fits. One and the same really, right?
Glad all is well in the Haack home :)