01.04.2004 - 3:52 p.m.
Sunday
I was washing my hands and
idly checking out my reflection in the mirror (hmmm, maybe
a new moisturizer?) when an ominous gurgling sound emanated
from the just-flushed toilet. I glanced over to see the water
level rising slowly, and my pulse quickened.
"Stop," I said out
loud, staring at the toilet. "Please STOP." Obstinately,
the water continued to approach the rim of the lid. Panicked,
I combed my brain for toilet-related knowledge, but could only
produce Handle: Jiggling The, which proved to have no effect
on the tide of doom whatsoever.
In a frenzy, I whipped off
the lid of the tank and peered inside, hoping to find an obvious
problem or perhaps a tiny person waving a sign holding some helpful
instructions. The inner workings of the toilet tank were as inscrutable
as a car engine: some doohickeys here and there, a ball like
thing, a metal arm. I gingerly reached in and groped around blindly;
pulling the ball, pushing the doohickey, lifting the arm - and
lo, the water stopped.
I stood crouched over the toilet,
which was full enough that water had started seeping over the
brim, holding up the arm that apparently ceased the endless flow
of water.
(At this point, I will assure
you the water was just water, and not as horrifying
as you may be imagining. Still, though. Toilet water? GROSS.)
Moments passed as I considered
my situation. A plunger. I needed a plunger. I stretched mightily
to reach under the sink, managed to extract a plunger, and began
thrusting vigorously with my right hand while still holding the
magic arm with my left.
Nothing happened.
Tentatively, I let go of the
arm, hoping against hope the water would stop on its own. It
didn't. I resumed my arm-holding position.
I had exercised the only options
I could think of, and it was time to call for help. But the phone.
It was all the way out in the living room.
I began to prepare for some
collateral damage.
Still holding onto the arm,
I reached out and pulled the towels from the rack and settled
them around the base of the toilet. I moved the wastebasket out
of the way. I threw the rug out into the hall. I took a deep
breath, let go of the hand, and ran.
Narrowly missing Cat, who figured
this was a prime opportunity to wind between my feet, I dashed
into the living room, grabbed the phone, and tore back down the
hall to the bathroom, where I quickly snatched up the arm while
dialing JB with the other hand.
"Hello?" JB answered.
"Listen," I panted, "you have to promise
you won't laugh at me."
A minute later, I found myself
sweating profusely as I strained to turn a knob under the sink.
Under JB's advice, I was trying to turn off the water supply,
but the damn thing wouldn't budge. I wrapped a towel around my
hand and gave it everything I had - and finally, with a creaking
sound, the knob tightened.
Heaving a giant sigh of relief,
I let go of the arm, and instantly water gushed into the toilet
as before. I stared in fear. This was obviously some sort of
possessed demon toilet, what was I going to do?
A dim bulb shone somewhere
in the recesses of my brain, and I turned on the sink faucet.
Nothing. I had shut off the water supply to the sink, but not
the toilet.
Feeling more than a little
like I was putting my finger back in the dyke, I grabbed the
arm again, and knelt on the ever-dampening floor so I could reach
one hand behind the toilet. I fumbled around endlessly until,
near-weepy with frustration, I managed to locate the knob.
I was filled with the sort
of strength mothers get when they pluck Volkswagens off their
children. "FUUUUUCK!" I howled, as I cranked the knob
feverishly.
And - it was over. I stood
up, my legs trembling, my back popping. The toilet water lapped
serenely against the lid. Rumpled wet towels lay everywhere.
I slowly backed away from the bathroom, shooting a nervous glance
over my shoulder at the Toilet From Hell. I wasn't going to trust
that fucker again, ever.
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As it turns out, later in the
day when I ran a load of laundry, a bunch of water backed up
into the bathtub and took forever to drain, so we suspect a pipe
blockage. JB managed to get the toilet water level down, but
for now we're just going to ignore the problem since we're both
gone all week. Him: Thailand. Me? Macworld. Doesn't seem
fair, does it? Wish me luck. And have a wonderful week! Watch
out for misbehaving toilets.
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comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005 Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004 Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004 Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004 Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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