PB & the biffed up toilet

The entire effort of walking around NYC in the rain, well it started to get on our damned nerves. It was too much to handle.....After Big Cup we walked around and shopped a bit. We then ended up at this place that makes everything with peanut butter, small place with only one room, very good, although kevin's sandwich had PB and bacon on it, which i wasn't too sure about......he liked it enough though.
At any rate towards the end of our dining experience we both had to use the facililties. Easy enough right? Well you see, when we got there, we noticed that the bathroom was out of order. However at one point I heard the register girl say "Michelle, the bathroom isn't out of order any more". Great !!!! We wouldn't have to go find a restroom elsewhere, we could eat odd sandwiches and relieve ourselves all in one locale.
Kevin goes in, then Michelle goes in...takes an annoyingly long ass time to go....all the while, i am thinking, oh great, she's really tearing it up in there. At this point, we both get up to leave, as a troupe of dancers had come in, and were staring at our seats with glares that only a "troupe of dancers" could give.
Anyway - from kevin's perspective, i go in the bathroom and come out 5 minutes later, wided eyed and say rather curtly - "leave, leave fast dammit.....come on kevin move it, get out !!!!!!"
You see, when i went in there, i should have known.....the water in the toilet was really high.....alas, a boy has to go, and this boy is notorius for going whenever, where ever i can....without going into too much detail.... I went. I stood up, flushed and well........the water began to rise, and then began to spill out, and then began to flood the bathroom floor. Of course, there was a plunger sitting right next to the toilet, this also should have clued me into the dysfunctional toilet....so i began to try to plunge it, as you can imagine this did no good at all, made things worse as a matter of fact. I stood there, not sure if I could ever top this off, if i could tell the staff that i made a mess of their bathroom, that i would wear boots if i were them when going in to try and assess the damage. In the end I calmly took deep breaths and came out, grabbed kevin and ran down the street. I felt bad, for myself, for the staff, and ultimatly for the next dance troupe contestant who went in and had to deal with it, who had to try and make someone believe that it was like that when she went in to use the damn toilet.




nuts on the wall