Just call me Mr. Roper

The last thing I want to do at 7am is plunge a clogged toilet...

But that's what I was doing. To no avail. Whoever had the bright idea of "low-flow" toilets should be shot and chopped into little pieces and then burned.

Not the kind of stress I need first thing before my shower.

The wonders of this modern world. My lovely wife made a few calls and then when I came home from work, wonder of wonders: a completely new, high pressure turbo-flush toilet. The old piece of shit (har har) was nowhere to be found.

I haven't seen the bill yet.

I don't care at the moment. Hopefully this doesn't change my enthusiasm for the moment of porcelain perfection. Just listen to that:

WHOOOOOOOOOSSHH!!!

And not even a gurgle afterward.

How can I tell that my life is getting really exciting?