I came home after traveling for a few days and noticed something seemed a little off with my toilet. I had notes on my door saying they had been fixing some plumbing issues, but I didn't really think anything of it since the water shutoff times were past. And then Adventures in Living Alone Part 2 began.
When I flushed the toilet the water started to rise, not drain. So naturally, I started yelling at it. Because water hears. And listens. And does what I tell it to do. Yeah, apparently not. So before I know it, water is spilling out. I'm still screaming. Because the louder I get the more the water will understand what I'm saying. I've now run to the kitchen and started throwing paper towels all over the floor. I'm too annoyed and grossed out to do anything but half-hazardly throw paper towels . . . and yell. Magically the water finally decided to listen and stopped. So I had water all over my floor and a full toilet bowl. Great.
I had no earthly idea what to do next. I didn't have a plunger. I don't have any idea what anything under the lid means or does. So naturally, I just leave. Yes, I cleaned up the water on the floor, emptied out some of the water in the bowl and went to the gym. Completely normal behavior.
On the way home from the gym I stopped to buy a plunger. But because I didn't want to go into a "big" store for just one item, I stopped at Walgreens. The only plunger they had was $4.99 and complete crap. I bought it anyway. And of course when I got home it did nothing. So what was my next step . . . google "how to unclog a toilet." Completely normal. The non-plunger option I found was to use a wire hanger. Do I have any wire hangers? No. So once again I give up.
An hour later, when I really have to use the toilet, I decide to try the crappy plunger again. After 5 minutes of screaming and getting blisters, the water magically receded.
So what have I learned:
1. My Dad taught me NOTHING
2. Part of me really wishes someone else lived here so I could have made them dealt with this
3. Part of me is glad no one else lives here and could hear my yelling and laugh at me
4. Part of me is quite proud of myself for fixing it all by myself
5. And part of me just wishes it had never happened
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you're the second person i know to blog about plungers recently. weird. funny. glad you survived.
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Kind of reminds me of the time my toilet filled up with rust-colored water and I also relied on google. I for one know that I am not cut out for man chores. I don't think you are, either.
Oh Kristan, I was laughing out loud as I read this. This may be my favorite post. I love that you yelled at the water because I can see myself doing that too. Plumbing messes are NOT fun! I have learned that one purchase you must ALWAYS make when moving into a new place is a plunger.You never know when you are going to need one and when the need arises you definitely need one! Hope the plumbing issues get worked out soon!
Not fun at ALL. At least it was just water.
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