The other day is was in the ladies restroom at work and
walked in to my favorite stall. I don’t know if everyone has a favorite or default
stall, but I do, I am a creature of habit. Anyway, I was in the process of
closing the door behind me when I realized the top was down. Odd, and then I
realized it was because the toilet needed to be flushed. No worries, I can work
the handle, but it just giggled uselessly up and down and so I decided to use
another stall.
As I was going to leave the bathroom I had a moment where I
was like, I think I can solve this problem. So I walk back into my favorite
stall, took the lid off of the toilet, place it on the seat and check out the
tank. Yup, the chain to the handle and the little floater thing that control
the water lever and the valve that opens up to let more water out had come
undone. I stuck my arm in the tank reconnected everything, flushed the toilet,
put the top back on and went to go wash my hands.
It wasn’t until I was walking out of the restroom that I
started to shake my head, laugh and even question what I did. I mean, fixing
that issue on a toilet, not a problem. It took all of a minute. But why? I’m
not a plumber. Heck, I don’t wear overalls with a red shirt, (I do wear
overalls. Have you tried a pair lately? They are quite fantastic.) white hat,
or have a mustache. I have no idea why. Still don’t. I could say it was me
doing my little bit of good for the day, or because I can so I did. But whatever
the reason, the toilet now works. Win for me!
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