WARNING: SCATOLOGICAL HUMOR
Back in ’04, our dear friends Michelle & Guido got married.
That weird clown energy followed me and played havoc.
They had bought a newish house in Monroe, and it had some plumbing issues. This was to be the source of concern, as the ceremony AND reception would both be at their house.
As guests and caterers filled the place, Michelle retired to her bedroom to get ready with her bridesmaids, rendering one toilet inaccessible. They also have another bathroom upstairs between the two other bathrooms. A third bathroom adjoins the laundry room adjacent to the garage. The caterers set up shop in the garage. The third bathroom had a sign on the handle advising users to “Hold Down the Handle”.
As I consider myself highly literate I figured I could safely operate this toilet. I was wrong.
I did my business, but my business stuck around. Frustrated, a took a pause to consider my options. I tried to flush again. I tried to plunge. I looked under the hood. I peeked out the door.
The house was abuzz with pre-wedding activity, and the guests were mostly strangers. But I did see Rava and eventually Guido and let them know discretely that the $#!* was stuck in the john!
Needing something to bale it I asked the caterers for a spare plastic container.
“Don’t ask me what it’s for, but I need to have something that you won’t EVER be able to use again.”
Rava deactivated, dismantled, and lifted the whole toilet out. He carried around the side of the house and dumped it in the yard behind a bush.
Michele never suspected a thing.
That’s quite a profoundly memorable look between Guido and Rava in the background, eh?
