I expected the usual contractor clean-up: muddy tracks, miscellaneous trash, and the occasional bathroom mess. I went light on that last one, praying that I wouldn’t come in contact with evidence of missing the bowl entirely, or worse, loosed hairs. But I didn’t find myself so lucky.
All of the above displayed itself like confetti in my bathroom(s). Except this last time, there was a piñata to go along with it.
“Seriously?!” I yelled from within the bathroom. Naturally, I would accuse my husband first of any W/C foul play. But it wasn’t him. There, in the bottom of the bowl, sat an unwelcome pair of guests. These guests clogged the toilet.
I never anticipated our first in-home plunger experience to be on someone else’s plungee.