The adventures of Big A... and the shiny red truck

Last Monday there had been an uproar in our street, when a shiny but huge red truck made its way into our narrow street, to get to the last house in there (that´s ours btw). Hubby talked with the driver who told him he had to clean the sewer tunnel. Most people know which things belong in a sewer, some people do not, so every now and then workers haul out the big guns to get rid of the rubbish in there. And since the last cleaning vehicle had packed up, urban community had purchased the huge red truck, which might be a bit too big for the narrow streets in the historic district, but that´s not my problem. The driver also complained about a woman who had threatened to call the police should he try and drive into our street. A quarter of an hour later work was finished, and the red truck had vanished. I snatched up my working utensils, jumped into my car and off I went- up to the next corner, where one of our neighbours stopped me. "Did you see that monster truck?" Na no na ned I wanted to answer, which means "Why are you even asking". "I tried to stop it!" Yes, I thought, who else in this street would keep blameless workers from doing their job. "And then it happened!" It turned out that, after the driver of the truck had ignored her, neighbour had used her bathroom. She is a rather short but compact person (just like me). The cleansing car must have generated some kind of underinflation. So first came the roaring sound, and the the neighbour´s a... was adhered to the loo. That must have been the most shocking seconds of her live, stuck on her toilet because of her a... which had successfully sealed the loo. I was all "Oh my God, how terrible, but I have to go to work now!", but the moment I had reached the main street I was in stitches. Took me quite a time to get that picture out of my head! So beware of the red truck, and do not use the loo when it´s in your street, at least if you aren´t dress size 40 or a twelve in the UK at the most!