A little history.

I once was a maintenance worker at a campground; actually it more more like a transience trailer park. By far the worst job I ever had. I dreaded every day, not knowing what I would face while cleaning the bathrooms or driving through the park, having to clean recently abandoned campsites.

The absolute worst part was the washrooms. I detested them. It absoloutely appauls me when I think about the lack of respect, manners, and complete disregard that most people have for public places. I mean, the things I have seen in those washrooms do not need repeating. Worst job ever. (Did I mention that?)

The most disgusting part for me - the wookies. Yes, yes, a wookie. I’m not a StarWars fan, but I do know what an actual Wookie is and my wookie is the hair one pulls from a drain. Yuck. Gross. Disgusting. SICK.

Mike actually came up with it. I think it’s from a movie, not sure though. But that’s what we refer to them as.

I believe this aversion to hair in the drain stems from that campground. I can’t for the life of me pull that wad of hair from the drain. Most times, if I notice that the tub is getting backed up, I will suffer through it or call Mike - the other day:

“Mmmmiiiiiikkkkkkeeeeee?!?”
“WHAT!!?”
“Come here, I need you!”
*I can hear him stomping up the stairs*
“What now?”
“Can you get the wookie?” (As I stand in the shower, covered in soap, just waiting)
” You know, you have to get over this shit. What are you gonna do when Carter needs you to pull out the wookie?”
- silence -

I never thought about that. Maybe I can train him to come pull the wookie out for me!?