I am not a graceful person. I trip on stairs, going up and down hills, and to be honest...perfectly flat surfaces. I'm the one who spills the drink on your carpeting, or whacks an elbow on the doorway. Anyways, this morning I managed to somehow knock off the cap from a bottle of hair mousse only to have it land in the toilet at the same time it was flushing. ( I was not wearing my glasses which may have been a factor.) I went to make a grab for it (eww... I know) but it was too late and the rather large cap was out of sight. Crap. (literally) This was a pretty big cap....and so I was pretty sure that this was not going to end well. So after a few choice words, I called my dad for advice. No answer. I'm pretty sure my landlord thinks I'm an idiot already, and so as to not reinforce this opinion, my goal was to resolve this without his assistance. I got my phone and starting going through contacts, attempting to find someone who knew something about plumbing. While I scrolled through, I came to a sad realization that although I have a fair amount of friends, and a lot of them are guys, few of them would be any real help. Nevertheless, I picked one and called. No luck. (Strike one) I picked another...no luck. (Strike Two). I called my Dad one more time. No answer. (Strike three) I googled my problem and the consensus seemed to be that I would have to pull up the toilet. (Do not worry, I did not attempt to do this....I know my limits.) So I gave in and called the landlord.
This is where the story gets much less dramatic. He came over later in the afternoon prepared to have to take drastic measures. Thankfully, the cap miraculously made its way down into the City of East Lansing's sewage system. However, he is probably convinced that I am an idiot.
Sigh....and that was my Sunday.
