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Monday, August 08, 2005

Honey, the toilet's clogged

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.

Oops.

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.

Whooooosh!

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.