kicking puppies is bad

I’m not good at sharing.  Living with other people has taken some major adjustments.  There are lots of things that are annoying when you are sharing living space, but one of the worst is taking a shower in a bathroom that smells like someone else’s poo.  And this is a fairly new experience for me.  I don’t recall having many poopy scented showers prior to meeting my husband (who apparently needs to take a dump five times a day).   Who poops five times a day?  That just isn’t healthy. 

As I child I remember several stern lectures from my father.  It went something like, “Wah, wah wah wah.  Responsibility blah blah.  Blah.  Moisture bad.  Blah blah blah.  Makes wood rot.  Blah.  Wah Wah Wah.    If you don’t use the bathroom fan when you shower, the moisture will build up in the bathroom and rot the floors aned walls.  <voice of doooom> Then someday when you are taking a bath the tub will fall through the floor and you will die a horrible fiery death.</voice of doooom>” Thanks dad.   When I actually think about my childhood, it’s amazing that I am not more screwed up. 

Anyways, I grew up thinking that the purpose of a bathroom fan was to prevent me from dying a horrible fiery death when the tub fell through the bathroom floor (onto the kitchen stove?  I’m not sure where the fiery part came in).  It wasn’t until meeting my husband that I realized there was another, much more important purpose for the fan: to suck the sh!t smell out of my shower. 

I shared a bathroom (the one my dad thought was going to fall through the floor) with my sister for 14 years.  You would think (at some point) our schedules would have overlapped and I would have showered immediately after she took a dump.  In fact, I’m fairly certain that at some point, she took a dump while I was in the shower (she lacks a certain amount of modesty and and I liked long baths).  And yet, after fourteen years of sharing a bathroom with her,  I still didn’t realize that the purpose of a bathroom fan was to remove the poo smell from the room (not to prevent the tub from falling through the floor).  There is only one possible explanation for this.  My sister’s sh!t does not smell.