Unluck of the Irish

Story Sent in by Tanya:

Mason and I had already met up once for a quick coffee thing and we had talked for a while. I felt comfortable inviting him to my apartment to hang out.

The first thing he did when he arrived was use my bathroom. He went in, shut the door, and then it sounded like he turned on both the shower and the faucet. Maybe he just didn't want me to hear... whatever he was doing in there. I didn't think much of it.

After several minutes he burst out of the bathroom, screamed, "Wear a raincoat!" and flew from my apartment.

I didn't have time to call after him because he had left my water on and I ran into the bathroom to shut it off. He had clogged my toilet, but there was something really weird about it: the water was an almost neon green, like a cross between plutonium and lemon Gatorade.

It took me most of an hour but I finally unclogged his mess and called him. "You have some explaining to do," I told him.

He laughed and said, "The green stuff? Luck of the Irish, baby."

Right. I didn't even bother to ask him what he had put in my toilet. That was the end of any chances we had.