I don’t usually blog about my day, but today was unusual for a Sunday.
It started very typically. I woke up and made some breakfast. I turned on the game and then went to the bathroom for my morning constitution.
At that very moment things got very not typical.
I plunge. No movement.
I should have gotten someone to help them at this point. My first thought was, go to the super.
I live in an apartment building and pay rent.
That’s when I remembered what happened the last time this happened. Each time this happens, the super comes, makes condescending faces, and complains about the smell.
It’s not appropriate, makes me feel helpless, and makes me want to avoid his help.
So, whenever I get the opportunity to fix something on my own, I do.
I got a bucket and a disposable cup this time and scooped the shit into a bucket.
I poured the bucket into the bathtub. I flipped the drain. The shit wouldn’t flush.
Things just got worse from there.
There was shit everywhere. Nothing would go down.
It occurred to them that if I weren’t going to get remarks then by the super, I would now. I had to fix this myself or face my fantastic.
So I did what anyone would do. Try to fix it myself. I thought, go to the compactor room, dump it down the garbage chute, and this will all go away.
All things being every day, that would be the case. But nothing was ordinary about today so far.
From here, shit hit the floor. When I poured it down, I didn’t realize a gap between the lever and the wall. Government test, a manufacturing flaw, or my bad luck?
It was at that moment I became a man on a mission. I was going to clean the floor before the super or some neighbor spotted this disaster.
I failed. I later got a mop and something to clean the floor with, my neighbor and the super were at the scene.
& it was a scene.
I never heard swearing like that. The super swore while swearing that this had never happened in fifty years.
I discovered that my cat stopped up the toilet with a tennis ball the next morning.