Even though they came back from Missouri weeks ago, this one is in honor of Ben and Meg (two of my favorite people).
Prior to them moving back it had been a long time since we saw Ben and Meg (could it possibly have been around our wedding two years ago??? weird). Nobody talked about this story (except Sam and I whenever plumbing issues came up) and I surely did not like the idea of spreading around one of my finer moments. It was not until the four of us sat around the dinner table and this story inevitably sprung back to life that I decided to embrace it, rather than spend any longer denying the fact that I trusted the advice of Ben and Sam.
None of us were married. Meg and I were living together, and Ben and Sam were roommates over at ghetto Academy Arms. I am still unsure how it happened (Ash, do you remember??), but all I can recall was the fact that the toilet was plugged a good one and no amount of plunging would help (at least my plunging...and Meg's...and Ash's...and maybe Christa's...???). We flushed and plunged and plunged some more and then when the toilet water started to spill over onto the floor we put some towels down, shoes on, and kept on plunging. Nothing was working. And then Meg had the brilliant recollection that Ben's dad is a plumber and Ben should come over and fix this problem; so we gave the boys a call.
As luck would have it they were on their way to Salt Lake for a small high school reunion dinner with some old friends. Boo. That meant no help from them in their physical form. However, the kind (and by kind I mean not very nice at all) Ben decided to talk me through the problem. He told me to find some kind of glove to put on (if he hadn't done this I'm sure he would probably be dead somewhere), place my pinky finger to my thumb, and then (because my hands and wrists are small) place them as far up the toilet as possible to see if I could unclog the clog.
Now usually this would be the time where I would say...."in my defense"....but I have nothing. It was stupid of me. I can't believe I fell for it and yes I tried for about fifteen minutes or so to stick my entire hand and arm up the toilet to try to fix the problem (I did have a glove on that did go in the trash after so don't be too alarmed if I have served you sushi). Ben and Sam laughed, a lot, and I would not be surprised if to this day it is claimed as one of the best ideas, moment, etc of their little lives. Its a wonder that both of those boys ended up convincing Meg and I to marry them. They are lucky they are cute, and very funny.
Prior to them moving back it had been a long time since we saw Ben and Meg (could it possibly have been around our wedding two years ago??? weird). Nobody talked about this story (except Sam and I whenever plumbing issues came up) and I surely did not like the idea of spreading around one of my finer moments. It was not until the four of us sat around the dinner table and this story inevitably sprung back to life that I decided to embrace it, rather than spend any longer denying the fact that I trusted the advice of Ben and Sam.
None of us were married. Meg and I were living together, and Ben and Sam were roommates over at ghetto Academy Arms. I am still unsure how it happened (Ash, do you remember??), but all I can recall was the fact that the toilet was plugged a good one and no amount of plunging would help (at least my plunging...and Meg's...and Ash's...and maybe Christa's...???). We flushed and plunged and plunged some more and then when the toilet water started to spill over onto the floor we put some towels down, shoes on, and kept on plunging. Nothing was working. And then Meg had the brilliant recollection that Ben's dad is a plumber and Ben should come over and fix this problem; so we gave the boys a call.
As luck would have it they were on their way to Salt Lake for a small high school reunion dinner with some old friends. Boo. That meant no help from them in their physical form. However, the kind (and by kind I mean not very nice at all) Ben decided to talk me through the problem. He told me to find some kind of glove to put on (if he hadn't done this I'm sure he would probably be dead somewhere), place my pinky finger to my thumb, and then (because my hands and wrists are small) place them as far up the toilet as possible to see if I could unclog the clog.
Now usually this would be the time where I would say...."in my defense"....but I have nothing. It was stupid of me. I can't believe I fell for it and yes I tried for about fifteen minutes or so to stick my entire hand and arm up the toilet to try to fix the problem (I did have a glove on that did go in the trash after so don't be too alarmed if I have served you sushi). Ben and Sam laughed, a lot, and I would not be surprised if to this day it is claimed as one of the best ideas, moment, etc of their little lives. Its a wonder that both of those boys ended up convincing Meg and I to marry them. They are lucky they are cute, and very funny.
5 comments:
I love the pink to thumb trick, I swear it works, just keep trying!
Okay, I have to admit, I remember this whole thing...I remember the laughter and then the love of this story.
i LOVE your funny friday stories!! They are the BEST!!
Gross. This is why Chuck handles all plumbing issues around here!
hahahaha i do remember this! i remember more of the panic feeling of the toilet over-flowing...i guess the hand thing seemed logical at the time??
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