(The title of this post is 100% plagiarized from an email from my big brother, John.)
For some reason, I seem to have a lot of conversations about:
-using the washroom in developing countries
-(not) using toilet paper in developing countries
-falling into sewage
I would like to think that everyone experiences this phenomenon. (If this is not the case, don’t burst my bubble.) On a related note, two things happened this week.
1. I received the following email from my brother who is currently living in Ecuador:
Hi Amelia, Have you ever had to put a coin into a Toilet paper dispenser? I know humans commonly dispense [it] in India, but even there, is it objectively rationed as a machine might? If so, do you have any recollection of how many squares come in a portion? There’s a blog topic swirling around my mind…is thurs. good for you to talk?
A blog topic swirling around in his mind–BAHAHA! Now you see where I get my creative genius and stunning wit.
Apparently, John had to purchase a package of toilet paper (for $1 USD).
John, as much as we feel for you and would strongly advise you to invest in a whole entire roll, we have one very important question: which direction do the toilets flush? Does it vary within the country depending on which side of the Equator you’re on? Please advise.
2. The second thing that happened was that we had our first small group/home church/Bible study of the year. For a warm-up, Varun and I decided to play Two Truths and A Lie, just to keep things holy. Here’s what I wrote:
-I have eaten rattlesnake
-I have fallen into sewage
-I have met Obama
Apparently, this caused serious confusion. Some people didn’t think I was brave enough to eat rattlesnake. Some people felt it unlikely that I’ve met Obama. And then there was my lovely friend C, who happily proclaimed, “But guys, think about it! If any of my friends is likely to have fallen in poo, it’s Amelia. She’s like a magnet to awful situations!”
Ummm…thanks? I struggled to keep a straight face as I laughed on the inside.
C was right: I am a bit of a catastrophe magnet, and I have fallen into poo. Like, submerged in it.
On to more polite conversation: have you ever had toilet paper rationed? If so, what was the given amount? Have you ever used a toilet paper dispenser? How much did it cost?