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All good stories are ruined with a bad sequel, right?
This one will be, too.
In the morning, I quickly exited the apartment and didn’t look around if the neighbours where there to wish them good morning. Happily almost forgetting the whole poop episode during the day (or at least, the shame of it), I came home after a relaxing massage and waited for my friends to arrive to watch a movie.
But then… I heard some noise outside and I realized, dammit, now they are cleaning the manhole! Cowardously I went upstairs to “hide” (yes, our hutong has two floors!) and wait until they were gone, hoping that my friends would be late as I had to pick them up from the bigger street (hutong can also be quite a labyrinth sometimes). As I didn’t really want to leave the apartment anymore…
Unluckily my friend Laura just called me then and said that she is on her way and would meet me in 5 minutes on the bigger street… So no choice left, I turned off the lights and left the apartment. Then I heard “OH! Someone is home!”. It was the “sewage guy”. Or not really, I don’t know who he was – someone my neighbour had called anyway, wearing a clean white suite t-shirt and clean pants. Definitely not a sewage guy. “Hey, you can’t poop in the hutong. This has to be cleaned.” I just said “Yeah yeah I’ll do it”, but the lady next door just kept yapping about how it smells and has already been like that 2 days etc. etc…
Already so ashamed that I just wanted to jump in the manhole and disappear, I just muttered “Ok ok, I will take care of it”. Then she asks me when my flatmate (a guy) will be back, to which I answered “next week”. She keeps mostly talking to the guy and says “OHHHHHH, next week, she can’t do it herself, she is a girl”. BLING!!! The magic words have been said.
The guy then asks: “Will we get someone to fix this and you will pay?” – “NO. I WILL CLEAN IT TONIGHT”. Besides the magic words, I couldn’t stand the humiliation of a “real” sewage guy coming along with his three mates and all the neighbours watching…
I pick up my friends and we watch a (bad) movie and every once in a while I remember my task that awaits me… And try actively to forget it. After the movie my friends leave (and now they also think it stinks outside – well of course it does ‘cos the neighbours had opened the manhole and it’s not closed properly). So I put my headlamp on, gloves on, lift up the manhole and peek in.
And now the bad ending that ruins all the sequels. I didn’t even really SEE any poop – just dirt, clay and lots of small stones that I lifted into a bucket with a pink plastic plate (sorry flatmate, I had to make that sacrifice). And oh, two earthworms. I did use a lot of Mr. Muscle to get rid of the smell – anyhow, I am quite convinced it will smell more easily now as most of the clay and stuff that has contained the smell has been removed. But at least now I know that everything that goes into our toilet or floor drain comes directly out of the pipe into the manhole. Well, Mr. Muscle, you will be a welcomed guest anytime and I think I will use you frequently from now on. One peek in a manhole was enough for me – I hope Poop story III has a lack of funding and will never be realized.
The lesson of the story: never ever poop in a hutong apartment.




