This afternoon Joe was very polite and subtle when he announced to Dot and I that he needed to “take a shit”. As quickly as I could, I got him up off of his recliner, maneuvered him down the hallway with his walker to the bathroom, and got him safely seated on the toilet. There is always a last-minute fear of what I might find when I help any of my clients to pull down their Depends, but today I was relieved to discover that we’d made it to the toilet on time for a change, and I had to fight the urge to sing the Hallelujah Chorus.
I was playing Scrabble on my iPhone as Joe did his business, when all of a sudden he looked down and saw my shoes (I was wearing my oldest pair of black Converse).
Joe: “Those are some fancy shoes you got there!”
Me: “Oh yeah, they’re pretty fancy alright.”
Joe: “Yep.” He looked up at me: “Hey, what are you doing hanging out in the bathroom anyways?”
Me: “Oh I’m just here in case you need any help.”
Joe chuckled: “I don’t need any help. I’ve been shitting by myself for many a year.”
Me: “Well I don’t really have anything else going on so I thought that I may as well hang out with you in here if you don’t mind.”
Joe shrugged: “That sounds alright to me. I’m sure there are better smelling places to hang out around here, but if you can stand the smell then you’re more than welcome to stay.” He looked down at my feet again and said, “I guess that’s why you’re wearing your fancy shoes huh?”
Me: “Yep, that’s exactly why.”
When Joe was finished doing his business, I helped him to wash his hands and then we wandered slowly back to the living room.
Dot: “Well how’d you do?”
Joe: “How’d I do what?”
Dot: “How’d it go in the bathroom?”
Joe: “Well I took a shit if that’s what you’re gettin’ at.”
I added, “And Someone even made it to the toilet on time!”
Dot clapped her hands and said, “Wow! Good job Joe!”
Joe cracked up: “If I knew that I’d get this much applause every time I took a shit, I’d have started telling folks about it a long time ago!”