Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Peeing in the Park
Thanks, Guzer, for the photo. (media3.guzer.com)
My toilet broke. I don't want to talk about why, except to say that I thought I was saving my garbage disposal from overload, and now my toilet is broken. Let's just say that Vlasic has a lot of explaining to do.
Two days of peeing in the public restrooms at a nearby park later, the plumbers have arrived, and I'm trying to ignore comments like, "Yeah, Miss, looks like we're going to have to snake ya."
It's going to cost me $285.05 to "stop freakin'." That's a good thing, 'cause I actually was. Freakin'. Minus the "g," with the apostrophe, full-on FREAKIN'. I do not like icky things, and toilets fall into that category with a resounding thump. (PS. So do the toilets at the park, but there you go.) All my pretentions of being a self-sufficient, independent, go-it-alone type gal melt and so do I. Several desperate phone calls to actual self-sufficient people later (and a few tears to mommy), I finally realize that there is one very independent, self-sufficient thing I can do: I can call a plumber.
Update: Just heard a very happy flushing sound, but it appears that the snake has his wee head caught. Hmmmm.
Update update: snake's free. Plumber isn't, but worth every penny. Thanks, boys, and not a butt crack in sight!
Posted by Shannon Perry at 10:12 AM