Lifesaving OCD

Now, after a... um... friend of mine - yes, that's it, a friend of mine - visits the wc, he - or she - always flushes then puts the lid down immediately, to stop anything unsavoury from leaping out mid the flush. Once the water has stopped its rushing, splashing and sloshing, he - or she, remember - lifts the lid and has a quick peek to make sure nothing remains but water.

Nothing has remained until now.

Only a few minutes ago, he - or she - tells me, a Visit/Flush/Slam occurred. Hands were washed and dried, the door unlocked and the bathroom was almost vacated before the Lift was remembered.

And thank goodness it was remembered. As, lurking menacingly in the settling water, was what can only be described in polite company as an undesirable excretion. The horror of such a sight almost caused a loss of consciousness. Luckily, a fan was on his - or her - person so copious amounts of fannage wafted fresh, reviving air to his - or her - nostrils, staving off unconsciousness.

With this frightful experience indelibly etched in his - or her - memory, the Lift at the end of the manoeuver will never be forgotten again.

God forbid anyone else should happen upon such a monster!