Last night Carol told me that the toilet was clogged.
So I took my super duper plunger and plunged. I wasn't sure that I had cleared the clog, so I flushed the toilet to see.
That was a mistake.
I realized it as the water in the bowl slowly rose to overflow over the rim. Yikes.
Towels! We need some towels in here!
At this point I realized that I should probably shut off the water supply to the toilet.
With images of water dripping from the third floor, where the toilet is, onto the second floor ceiling, I took all our towels and threw them on to the floor.
While this is going on, Carol is downstairs.
Then I took the super plunger and plunged away.
The clog was cleared and all was well in toilet land, or as Carl Weaver calles it turlet land. ;-)
When I brought ten soaking wet towels down to the second floor, the experssion on Carol's face was pricesless.