I was out of Lysol
I’m spending the weekends in New Orleans and traveling during the week. Its an odd cycle of ducking into town briefly and then, as if waking up from a very disorienting dream, I’m sitting in Texas or somewhere unaffected. I actually find myself wondering if this or that really happened over the weekend. It’s really very odd. I sit in the hotel each night, all week, planning what I’m going to do when I get back. Then I get back to nola and promptly get nothing done. It’s like I loose my mind right around the time the wheels of the plane touch the ground.
Here’s a quick example which I think illustrates my point:
A couple of weeks ago I was in Lakeview trying to salvage stuff from a friend’s apartment when, all of a sudden I’m trapped in God’s mousetrap game. This stereo I’d purchased for said friend right before the storm - actually delivered it the day she evacuated - was sitting on the floor in nearly the same place it had been left; still in the box. Naturally, the logical side of me understood it had spent over a month under water, but the curious side of me just couldn’t resist seeing what kind of shape it was in. The box was a little bloated, but mold free and I had gloves on so I was lured into a false sense of security. Another friend and I opened the box and negotiated the protective foam to find the plastic-wrapped stereo. It looked perfect! No sign of damage whatsoever. We commence to removing the plastic…and that’s when it happened…the unthinkable…the unimaginable…The stereo had water in it and when the plastic came off, the water came streaming out like urine from a gin-soaked hobo…right onto my inadequately protected junk. I instantly felt all nasty like before I got used to getting crabs a couple times a year. There was nothing I could do but try to hold my pants out away from “Pokey and the boys” until it dried.
Later that day, when I got back to the relative sanity of my apartment, I sat down nakedly in the middle of a plastic trash bag on the floor to figure out how to remedy the situation. There seemed to be only one reasonable course of action: I had to shave my junk and teabag a soup bowl of Listerine for about 20 minutes. Once the, uh, we’ll call it ‘a rash’, went away a few days later I felt much better. And I’m happy to report we’re fine. I Regret Nothing!!
See what I mean? It’s almost like something is a little off lately…
So I was just wondering what weird precautions or post contamination things other’s have done over the last few months. I just can’t believe I’m the only one who’s done something silly.
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Now THAT was a visual I didn’t need first thing in the morning. But I know how this works….
I have three old refrigerators in the back of my business in Mid-City. They tried to float during the flood and wound up leaning on each other when the water went down, akin to half-fallen bowling pins. I was in there last week and figured I’d stand them upright before I wrapped them for disposal but, sure enough, the many gallons of water trapped inside came running out as you so aptly described — all over my unprotected feet.
But I didn’t have to teabag anything.
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