I realize the title of this blog could go in different directions. That’s good for the
imagination. And a recent toilet snafu has left me exercising my imagination as well. I manage a house that has 5 toilets in it. That’s a lot of shiz, a lot of flushing, and a lot of things to go wrong. A couple of weeks ago the last of my “jet-pack” toilets (you know, the kind in public restrooms that would frighten the piss out of you if you hadn’t just voluntarily evacuated it) finally lost its flush and had to go.
The problem is, I don’t have access to the ranch truck anymore, I live in a city and I drive a Honda Civic. I can fit my tools in the trunk, but not a broken down toilet. Clearly you can see my dilemma.
A conversation today brought up a subject I wrote about in college, a paper that I entitled, The Coyote Syndrome. The image is getting a bit old now, and would more properly be replaced with the ending scene of Finding Nemo, in which the fish entourage floating in little baggies proposes the question, “What now?”