11 April 2009


I just remembered my dream from last night.

Caitie and I were looking for a new apartment, and we checked this one out that had a lovely kitchen and a fairly spacious living room. The bedrooms were decent and the bathroom was also nice. There were about five groups of people milling about, and the air was tense with competition. Caitie and I looked at one another and were going to talk to the landlord in order to be first in line for application. And then I realized that I hadn't seen a toilet anywhere. I checked the bathroom again. No toilet. Sure, there was a shower and a sink, and even a large space that could accommodate a commode, but no toilet. It wasn't until the various potential occupants shifted around in the apartment that I saw the furniture in the living room: one couch, a love seat, an arm chair, some nice-looking end tables, and a toilet. Right by the door. I showed Caitie and we discussed how concerning this was. Even though we were bothered by having the toilet in the living room, what with absolutely no privacy for our guests [should we ever have any], we still counted this place our best option. We actually considered it. The deal-breaker, however, was not the awful placement of the toilet, but the fact that the toilet paper roll was located right next to the sink, two rooms away.


Andy said...

I lived in a house that didn't have doors. Not having a toilet isn't that crazy.

Tyler said...

That would be a deal-breaker fer sure.