Warning! The following post describes scenes that are sure to be disturbing to everyone. Readers are urged to use discretion.
I raved on in a past blog about my satisfaction with my two new low-flush toilets (9/20/2011). After all this time, I have had only one episode of not flushing completely, but I don’t blame the toilet.
The solid waste, as they euphemistically refer to it in the industry, had somehow floated sideways, so when I flushed, the water dropped, but the loaf hung up, high and dry, on either side of the bowl “Like a Bridge Over Troubled Waters.” I even hummed a few bars waiting for the tank to refill.
A second flush brought it down, but the image forever ruined the classic Simon and Garfunkel song for me.