Toilet

Want to hear something gross? More gross than what Arye wrote on his post. Mainly because he wasn't there. Now, to be fair, I love David K. He likes me back, is very friendly to me, and always calls me Mrs. Zacks. From the minute I married Arye. He is a very entertaining fellow, only made more entertaining by Mom's old stories about him. But here's the thing. He's really out there.

One day I called him to come over to fix our dowstairs toilet which seemed to have been backed up, despite Arye's plunging acrobatics. He snaked the toilet out and remove the pencil that was blocking it up, instructed me how to raise my children to not stuff the toilet, and removed the thingy in the toilet tank upstairs that makes us have to hold down the flusher. (I had replace a broken part in it myself, but didn't read the fine print)

The next thing I knew, he had taken off the one working piece of our coat closet door so I can bring it to ACE Hardware and get a new one for the other side. (So, now neither door works, because I do and don't have time to go) He also wrote down exact instructions on how to ask for what I need there on a piece of paper plate that he found in the pantry.

But the gross part comes now. After I asked him to total up my bill, (he didn't charge me for the door or the other toilet) he brought me into the bathroom to show me that he scratched the bottom of the toilet. At which time he took a pencil (a different pencil) from above his ear, tried to "erase" the scratch in the toilet, shook it off, and put it back above his ear. Trying not to gag or laugh, I escorted my friend David K. to the door. Closing the door, I looked at Nava. "Did you see that?"