one time, i had a friend over.
and by one time, i of course mean, last week.
we were in a hurry to leave, we were going to Sushi.
and you know how i feel about that.
i really should have known better than to use the bathroom at my apartment.
in hindsight i should've waited until i got to the restaurant. and then blamed it on someone else. naturally.
my intestines were more full than i anticipated.
much more full.
you know how this story ends.
its a good thing i have sympathetic friends who understand my bowels.
for a deed that took 10 minutes, i locked myself in the bathroom and plunged for 30 minutes.
my hand hurt.
but it still wasn't flushing properly.
story of my life.
i plunged it just enough so that all the yucky water was gone.
that way, the next person who used the toilet would see it 'wasn't working properly, hm...' and
A. think they did it, or
B. blame the pipes and plunge it for me.
well that was Friday night.
by Saturday afternoon, i had waited long enough.
i finally confessed to Mr. REA.
confessed is too strong of a word.
i played dumb.
said i don't know what happened to the toilet.
said i didn't know how to use a plunger.
he went in.
boom.
fixed.
like magic.
then he showed me a trick.
a Toilet Trick.
and i haven't clogged a toilet since.
