Helloooo....

I know that it has been a few days since my last blog… sorry for those of you who follow! The last few days I have been very busy tracking one of my crashpad roommates….

It all started a few weeks ago when our little secret of a crashpad all of the sudden was no longer a secret. I know that it was only a matter of time before our little gem was discovered. Amanda and I share a room and a large bathroom with 3 other ladies. It had been so nice since hardly any of the other ladies were there. Eventually two of the ladies we were living with left. The third one is like a phantom of the night. I do not think I have ever seen her face…. She comes in at night and leaves early in the morning. So pretty much Amanda and I had the place to ourselves… lots of room for activities! Across the hall there are 3 other bedrooms and one bathroom with a total of 8 women and 2 men sharing it.

Then it happened… overnight, the pad was full, completely full. All of the new tenants are very nice, OLDER women. They chit chat for hours, watch the weirdest things on tv at loud volumes, make a ton of noise and……

About three days ago was the first occurance that raised an eyebrow. Amanda and I were peacefully sleeping and it was probably one of the first nights that I had actually fallen asleep, so I was thoroughly enjoying it. All the sudden we both hear someone come into our room. I look up and see a flash of pink… I am so out of it I just fall back to sleep. Not sure how much time passed but was woken again by a toilet flushing and again saw a streak of pink and the door shutting. Amanda looked at me and we both said who is using our bathroom and what the hell?

So that evening I start my reconnaissance work, maybe feeling a little James Bondish... Pretty quickly I figure out who the flash of pink was that snuck into our room. That night in the common room sitting on the couch, she was wearing a bright pink shirt and matching pair of pajama bottoms…. That was not so hard. Now just to figure out what she is really up to.

Night two, I am the only one in the room. Around 7 am I am woken again by someone opening the door. I pretend that it does not wake me and I stay awake trying to figure out what in the world is going on. She tip toes in this time and goes right into the bathroom. It takes a little time but I hear the toilet flush, the sink and then the door open and close. Hmmmm….. my wheels start spinning. She has a bathroom over on her side of the wing. Why is she coming in at crazy early times to use ours?

Night three, I am getting to the bottom of this and I have a plan. I think that I have a hunch on what she is up to. Again around 6 am I hear the door open and I watch her tip toe into our bathroom… this woman is like clockwork. I hear the toilet flush, I get out of bed, hair everywhere looking extra dazed...

Me: “ Helloooooo? Is someone in the bathroom?” 

She opens the door and I am standing right there. 

Pinky: “ Does the toilet always run?” 

I look at her completely puzzled dying to say I don’t know you are the only one that uses it at this awful hour of the morning…. But that would give my whole cover away.  

Me: “ Is someone using your bathroom or something? You really scared me. I didn’t know who had just come into my room.”

She immediately started stuttering. 

Spa spa spit it out junior, you are busted! She put her head down and scurried out.

Conclusion: This woman dressed in all pink would try to sneak into our room in the mornings to DROP IT LIKE ITS HOT! What the hell lady? I do not appreciate you waking me up every morning and using my bathroom to take your morning poo. 

Needless to say I was not woken this morning! Mission accomplished!

Simply,

Meg