Episode III: Revenge of the Razr
To conclude, our story begins today with the plumber showing up around 2:30pm asking me about what he referred to as our "phone problem." After explaining the story and showing him the toilet he got right down to business by tipping the toilet over, spilling water everywhere. After examining each nook and cranny he actually found the phone but due to it's location was unable to dislodge it.
"I think you're going to need a new kamode," he replied, "And here I thought I'd be going to the beach today."
He left and with in an hour and a half returned with our new crapper, which is much more streamlined. He said that if it was just men working, he would have left the hole in the floor but "women like to sit." Somehow while installing it apparently he dropped the tank on his hand, crushing his pinky finger and leaving a bloody mess in the bathroom. Fortunately for me, he was nice enough to clean up all but a little blob of blood and bandaged himself up quite nicely with paper towel and scotch tape.
Tomorrow the trash man will come and *hopefully* take the phone infested toilet off our hands, however if anyone needs a new throne, let me know it's only slightly used.
To conclude, our story begins today with the plumber showing up around 2:30pm asking me about what he referred to as our "phone problem." After explaining the story and showing him the toilet he got right down to business by tipping the toilet over, spilling water everywhere. After examining each nook and cranny he actually found the phone but due to it's location was unable to dislodge it.
"I think you're going to need a new kamode," he replied, "And here I thought I'd be going to the beach today."
He left and with in an hour and a half returned with our new crapper, which is much more streamlined. He said that if it was just men working, he would have left the hole in the floor but "women like to sit." Somehow while installing it apparently he dropped the tank on his hand, crushing his pinky finger and leaving a bloody mess in the bathroom. Fortunately for me, he was nice enough to clean up all but a little blob of blood and bandaged himself up quite nicely with paper towel and scotch tape.
Tomorrow the trash man will come and *hopefully* take the phone infested toilet off our hands, however if anyone needs a new throne, let me know it's only slightly used.
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it's not the loverly Miss Kate's wedding you'll be at, is it? I must have done something terrible terrible to offend her because she dropped me like a good habit (because bad habits are hard to drop).