I'm at work, the Boston people and senior people from the India group are all here having a big introductory meeting. I'm not sure that I'm needed/welcome or that it's a good use of my time to get the reintroduction. So I'm doing other things. Fine. Point is: there are a lot of important people here.
Perfect time for me to need to use the bathroom and for the toilet not to flush enough. I was in there for like 20 minutes trying before I finally asked the research manager here if there was a trick. It wasn't so much that water wasn't going in as it was that there was no suction mechanism to move things through (ifyouknowwhatImean). Embarrassed to be the one who broke the toilet, I ask her discretely, she comes and "fixes" it, which doesn't fix anything. I'm back at square one. All I want is a goddamned plunger and there's none in sight. Or at least the dual handle on the toilet at home--one for small flush, one for big flush.
Then I have an idea: I notice the big bucket of water for washing your hands once you're through and a light bulb appears over my head. If I pour all that water, maybe it'll clear everything out--it'll be just like pouring mop water down the toilet, a trick my mother once told me. Success. So bad plumbing is solved by another cultural mechanism (the bucket of water), and half an hour later, I'm back at my desk.
Thanks, Mom.
Perfect time for me to need to use the bathroom and for the toilet not to flush enough. I was in there for like 20 minutes trying before I finally asked the research manager here if there was a trick. It wasn't so much that water wasn't going in as it was that there was no suction mechanism to move things through (ifyouknowwhatImean). Embarrassed to be the one who broke the toilet, I ask her discretely, she comes and "fixes" it, which doesn't fix anything. I'm back at square one. All I want is a goddamned plunger and there's none in sight. Or at least the dual handle on the toilet at home--one for small flush, one for big flush.
Then I have an idea: I notice the big bucket of water for washing your hands once you're through and a light bulb appears over my head. If I pour all that water, maybe it'll clear everything out--it'll be just like pouring mop water down the toilet, a trick my mother once told me. Success. So bad plumbing is solved by another cultural mechanism (the bucket of water), and half an hour later, I'm back at my desk.
Thanks, Mom.
omg! I love you. The irony of this being the first entry I read of my dear friend Ben is too much. Just back from BCN and wanted to reconnect with you. You sound fantastic and comical as ever. Y