At the beginning of our relationship, Bakura and I worked in the same company. Now I know you should never have an affair with a co-worker, but I adored him, and he was the sweetest, most charming, most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, and we couldn't resist each other. Anyway, we were hiding our affair from everyone because I was so much younger than him and we knew other people wouldn't approve or understand, so there was a lot of sneaking around at work and secret glances at each other and shy smiles. I would come into Bakura's office every chance I got, and he would sneak in to see me. Now once, I really needed to use the toilet [ snicker all you want], and the nearest one was in Bakura's office, and it turned out that day that everyone in Bakura's office, including Bakura himself, was gone to lunch, so I snuck into the toilet and locked the door and settled down to enjoy myself. I'd only been there half an hour or so when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Bakura's voice. To say I was mortified was the understatement of the century, so I tried to flush the toilet and to my utter dismay, discovered that the water had stopped running, and so the toilet wouldn't flush. When a toilet doesn't flush properly, it might mean that there's a problem with the drain and sewerage system. Maybe his toilet would need a new sewer pipe installing by a pipe bursting method (learn more here!). Problems with the sewerage line are normally quite important, however, they usually require a professional company to fix. Bakura was coming up the stairs, and I was terrified that he would find me there and discover that I actually had bodily functions so, in my panic, I grabbed the key and locked the door and ran away. For a week I tried to sneak in with water to flush the toilet but Bakura was always there, so I just kept the secret of the key to myself and blushed furiously when people in the office wondered about the locked toilet. On Sunday night I vowed I would wake up early on Monday and rush to work so I could flush the toilet, but I overslept [thanks Ibrahim, because that was your fault for making me stay up to watch Megas XLR with you] and by the time I got to work, Bakura was already there. To my even greater horror, I walked into Bakura's office and found everyone staring at the toilet door. I followed their gaze and saw what they were all staring at. There was water seeping from under the door. I immediately called a plumber West Hollywood (or someone more local to the area) and told them about the issue. I couldn't believe my eyes! As it was, the taps had started running over the weekend, and one of the sinks had overflowed and was now pouring out under the door into Bakura's office. There was so much water everywhere I looked No doubt they thought they needed to hire a few Plumbers to get this situation sorted. The carpet was getting soaked and ruined. So, Burlois decided the water needed to be stopped in order to save the carpet-- he broke the door down and went in to turn off the water. However, we could not really save the carpet alone. It became so dirty that we had to consider contacting a professional cleaner (someone from a reputed Carpet Cleaning firm similar to Hydra Clean NW) who could clean it and restore it to its former glory. Anyway, that is a story for another time!

To be honest, I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. Needless to say, I never gave back the key or told anyone that it was I who locked the door, or they would have known it was me. I never have, and never will.