the toilet story

At work, the women’s washroom on my floor has two stalls – regular and wheelchair accessible.

Yesterday the wheelchair one had a sign on the toilet lid saying “Will not flush”. I noticed the sign on my morning trip.

By lunch the sign was still there and there was a line-up of three people for the smaller cubicle. I walked into the “broken” one, lifted the lid to just check (and it was “empty”! so that told me ‘flush’ was capable). I then lifted the lid off the tank. The flusher was broken, as in plastic snapped in half. I turned, shut the door, did my business, and then reached into the tank to pull the chain. No surprise to me, it worked perfectly.

As I exited the stall, yet another woman had come into the bathroom and said, “Oh, is it fixed?”, to which I replied not exactly, all you have to do is reach into the tank and pull the chain.

The look on her face was hilarious and she said she’d wait for the other toilet.

I thought I was smart, but I get the impression that perhaps the other women waiting didn’t care for my solution. I felt like saying that the water in the tank is clean and is what flushes the toilet bowl, but there reaches a point when you just dry your hands and say, “Whatever.”

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namaste

3 thoughts on “the toilet story

  1. Just goes to show that some ‘girls’ know what they’re doing around mechanical things. I wonder how many men would have waited in line too?

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