Margaret came into the living room, and said, “Lauren, I think we have a problem, the water in the toilet won’t go down.” After peeing, Margaret had gone #1 and flushed. The toilet did a weird gurgling noise, upon which Margaret then flushed two more times. You would think that this would send the contents of the toilet down. But no, instead a sly little turd showed up in the bowl. We dubbed it the “salmon turd” since it swam upstream! At this time, we were both confused. We hadn’t used the toilet since Friday! Our next move, flush again! This time it sent everything down…for good!
A few hours later, we tried using the toilet again, to our surprise, it didn’t flush! Our roommate had come home in the middle of us trying to “fix” the toilet. Luckily, he had a plunger. We plunged the crap out of that toilet!
Still, it wasn’t working! Then we tried Drain-O…nothing! We didn’t know what else to do except to get our roommate to put in a work order the next day while we were at work. He also was very adamant that we not use his bathroom located in his room. He said that it was too dirty and that he locked his room when he slept so we would have to wake him up to use the potty….basically, he was saying that his bathroom was off limits, even if it meant us pissing in the sink. Good news was that he splashed pee all over himself trying to plunger the toilet! Yes!
The only thing we could do about the situation was laugh at it. After getting into bed, we did our usual routine of playing words with friends. Margaret just happened to play a very fitting word, “dumps”. It was beyond histerical! I then realized that I too had a word for the occasion, “turd”! Oh man, we laughed for hours!
We went to work the next day, and hoped that we could come home to a working toilet. To our astonishment, it was just the way we left it! WTF! At this point, we were beyond pissed. With our preceptor in the room, I called the “emergency” after hours number. To put it the nicest way I possibly can, the woman was a complete bitch (that’s the nicest I can be). She basically said that our situation wasn’t an emergency since there was another working toilet. She also told me that I HAD to call during business hours. I then told her that we leave at 7am and don’t return until 6pm (the office hours are from 10am to 5pm). I then asked her if she would put in a request for me since I could not do it on my own. She then said that I should call during my break, if I had one. I then politely responded that I couldn’t since I don’t get service where I work. This, she did not understand, what a freaking idiot. She refused to help me any way possible…and she kept calling me Laurie! My name is not Laurie! It’s Lauren! Ugh…my blood is boiling just remembering the events from that conversation!
That night, I was pissed about not being able to pee that I tried to plunge that sucker again! Nothing came of it except this picture…
The only other possible solution to our problem was to write a letter to the land lady and stick it under her door. We told her why we couldn’t get in touch with her during her business hours and that we really needed that toilet fixed ASAP! Our preceptor had also called the land lady Monday night and left a message about the whole situation.
Our efforts paid off! We got a phone call from our roommate around 8:30am saying that the toilet was fixed! The maintenance man had come in around 7:30am and snaked it! WOOO! The problem: waxy poo. Never in my life have I heard the term waxy poop. I even googled it, but nothing came up.
Finally, a fixed toilet!
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