I did something very silly last week. We had a lot of leftovers that had gone bad in the fridge so I dumped them down the toilet. And part of what I dumped was some steak.
Guess who’s been having toilet issues ever since?
Repeated flushes didn’t work. A plunger didn’t work. A snake didn’t work. So this afternoon I decided enough was enough and took the toilet apart, removed the stubborn meat and put the toilet back together again. It was easier than I thought it would be.
You can call me Mr. Plumber for the rest of the week. But I don’t do housecalls. And I won’t ever flush food down a toilet again.
Ever wondered what would happen if poor Rapunzel was hard of hearing? It sure ain’t her hair that she starts tossing out the window . . .
