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Get Outta Here: Unexpected iTunes
I love road trips. I love my little iPod converter that lets us turn our radio into a speaker so we can sing/yell Cover of the Rolling Stone or Paradise by the Dashboard Light as we drive down the road.
But when we stopped at a Ramada Limited in Lake City, Florida, around 1 a.m., my friends and I decided to get two rooms because that means two alarm clocks, two showers, two television sets. We noticed right away one of the rooms had a special commode in the bathroom – it enjoyed flushing itself every few minutes. I said I’d take that one, as the sound of whooshing water is hardly a detriment to someone headed to spend a week by the ocean anyhow.
My friend promptly named the toilet George, for no other reason than she was a little road punchy after 14 hours in a car at that hour of the morning anyhow.
Now we also had free wi-fi and since I’m an email addict (who was alone in a hotel room where no one could yell at me to turn off the light and go to bed), I stayed up about an hour longer answering messages and peeking in on Final Four results at ESPN. Suddenly, I heard a faint strain of music. Did someone leave the radio alarm set for a weird time? Nope.
I followed the sound to the bathroom. Was it coming from the neighbors’ room? No. But it was definitely loud enough now to pick out an accordion, the kind you hear in a Mexican restaurant. And then George flushed himself and the music disappeared. As soon as the water stopped swirling, I heard notes wafting from the toilet. I leaned my ear down toward the bowl … yep, the toilet was alive with the sound of music.
I knew I was tired, so my first reaction was that I had finally crossed over into the land of hallucinations. But 10 minutes later there was no doubt about it. I had the only room in Florida with such talent in the bathroom. Kinda made me want to order chips and queso, if only to see just what kind of skills George really had bolted to that tile floor.
Oh, and I suppose we should start referring to it as Jorge now, huh?
But when we stopped at a Ramada Limited in Lake City, Florida, around 1 a.m., my friends and I decided to get two rooms because that means two alarm clocks, two showers, two television sets. We noticed right away one of the rooms had a special commode in the bathroom – it enjoyed flushing itself every few minutes. I said I’d take that one, as the sound of whooshing water is hardly a detriment to someone headed to spend a week by the ocean anyhow.
My friend promptly named the toilet George, for no other reason than she was a little road punchy after 14 hours in a car at that hour of the morning anyhow.
Now we also had free wi-fi and since I’m an email addict (who was alone in a hotel room where no one could yell at me to turn off the light and go to bed), I stayed up about an hour longer answering messages and peeking in on Final Four results at ESPN. Suddenly, I heard a faint strain of music. Did someone leave the radio alarm set for a weird time? Nope.
I followed the sound to the bathroom. Was it coming from the neighbors’ room? No. But it was definitely loud enough now to pick out an accordion, the kind you hear in a Mexican restaurant. And then George flushed himself and the music disappeared. As soon as the water stopped swirling, I heard notes wafting from the toilet. I leaned my ear down toward the bowl … yep, the toilet was alive with the sound of music.
I knew I was tired, so my first reaction was that I had finally crossed over into the land of hallucinations. But 10 minutes later there was no doubt about it. I had the only room in Florida with such talent in the bathroom. Kinda made me want to order chips and queso, if only to see just what kind of skills George really had bolted to that tile floor.
Oh, and I suppose we should start referring to it as Jorge now, huh?
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Comment by CW Merv on April 7, 2008 at 8:16pm -
Why didn't anyone mention this to me before? That's hilarious!
George the Singing Toilet, I love it!
Kinda brings new meaning to talking to Ralph on the Great White Phone, huh? It's like Ralph put you on hold and you get to hear that weird music that some companies have playing on the line when you aren't speaking to someone. Ha!
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