Last Friday night I might have decided to partake in a few libations. I was having a dance party with myself in the living room, enjoying life, and minding my own business. At some point I went to the bathroom and as the toilet was flushing, I reached for a hair band and accidently knocked my roommate’s hair pick into the toilet. I saw it happen and I decided there was no way that the pick was actually going to fit in the pipes, so I figured I would just wait until the toilet was done flushing and then I would fish it out. As I was mulling this plan over, the pick disappeared. Crap.
In my slightly intoxicated state, I decided to ignore what just happened and continued to bust a move and completely forgot about the whole thing.
Fast forward to the next morning.
We had a few guests spend the evening with us and one of them woke up and went to the bathroom and was mortified because we don’t have a plunger and she had to come tell me she clogged the toilet. Obviously I remembered what I had done and for a split second I contemplated keeping it a secret, but that is just wrong so I fessed up.
Of course, it was a Saturday so plumbers were charging up the wazoo to come fish a foreign object out of a toilet. The rest of the day was spent with a shower snake, an auger, a plunger, a wire coat hanger, and disgustingly enough, my own hands as I tried to get the lodged pick out of our effing S-bend. No luck.
I called my friend and he agreed to pull the toilet up so we could pull the pick out from the bottom, which meant I had to go to the hardware store to get a new toilet seal. And the liquor store to buy a case of beer as a thank you. I have amazing friends. It’s a real friend that is willing to spend his Saturday ripping up your toilet.
Anyway, while I was out braving the four feet of snow, my roommate borrowed a different kind of toilet auger from our neighbors and managed to get the pick out! She got the pick out!! Crisis averted! And now we have a case of beer!
4 comments:
Sweet! You guys have a case of beer!?!
Those are some kinda gloves....
Those are the best kinds of friends to have...the ones who can figure out what to do in that kind of situation and are willing to actually do it even when it is sort of gross.
As a mom, I have learned to do a lot of things I never thought I'd do. I am getting closer to being one of those "knows how to do everything" kind of friends but am not quite all the way there yet.
well, for some of us this kind of a situation is like one of those blacksmith puzzles. you know, like the two nails stuck together and you have to figure out the trick to make it come apart? yeah, something stuck in the toilet like that is the exact same kind of puzzle. it just needs to be figured out once ;)
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