…of toilets. Yes, it’s true. I cannot bring myself to fix one of these when it breaks. This fear stems from my childhood.
When I was about 8, we lived in a house that had 1.5 bathrooms. My mom, being the neat freak that she was, only allowed us to use one of the bathrooms. The other bathroom got used so rarely that the toilet water evaporated and there was always a ring around where the water had been. You could count the rings, similar to telling the age of a tree, but there rings being measured in days, not years. The main toilet was having problems, so my parents showed me how to fix it, just in case it happened when they weren’t home. My, how times have changed! Home alone.
If the toilet kept running, I was to jiggle the handle. If that didn’t work, I was to remove the top and jiggle the little white thing. Seemed simple enough. Even at that age, my dad had to hide his tools because I would build stuff out of anything I could get my hands on. So, of course, I came home from school one day, used the bathroom and the toilet kept running water. I jiggled the handle, waited, knowing good and well that I would eventually have to remove the lid. Yes, lid time. I took it off, jiggled the white thing, and in seconds I had a 3 foot geiser going.
I panicked. There were no instructions for this disaster!!! All I could think about is how my mom was going to kill me for making a huge mess. I quickly placed my finger over the spot where the water was coming out. Then I thought, “Where is all this water going that I’m holding back??” Look, I was 8 years old people. A new panic set in at that point. I let go, ran to the phone and called my friend next door. She ran over to my house and found me back at the toilet, holding back the water that was probably flooding someone’s house in China. After two young kids deliberating over something they knew nothing about, my friend ran outside to find some help. She came back in less than five minutes with some guy she found on the street. Again, this was a different day and age. The man came in, turned off the water and quickly left the house. I lived in a middle class, suburban area and I still wonder, to this day, where that man came from. Continue reading