Somehow, I knew that would be the outcome. Once, a young missionary visited me, last time I lived in St George. I had met him and his companions in Tucson, and his family lived in St George.
So when I moved there, he and his brother visited a lot. This guy was, in size, a lot like Tom, but maybe heavier.
He asked to use the euphemism one day and when he came out, he looked embarrassed and said in a small voice, “Sister Duncan, I broke the toilet seat.” He went right to the store and bought another and put it in for me.
Yeah — Epic Fail seems to have a lot of branches...
LOL! I think Tom had the right idea for fixing the toilet, but instead of removing Piece A from Piece B, he broke the connection. The plumber should be able to shut the water off to the whole house and then replace the line from the wall out, or something.
The plumber can come tomorrow morning before 9:00, which isn’t bad for a situation where we don’t have horrible things flooding the house.