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!