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Two weeks ago I hurt myself playing tennis. At first, I thought it was just a really bad sprain, but still...just a regular sprain that I would recover from in a few days. Well, it was not the case. After various tests and such, it turns out to be a high ankle sprain (tore the ligament that controls the "up and down" movement in my foot). I can't walk on it for 3-5 weeks, and am using crutches.
Here's a wonderful picture of how it looked the night I did it:
Now, flash forward to one week later, I had to start working at a client site. Two days in I notice there's a handicap washroom on my floor. I decide to pull a George Costanza and ask for the key to it. As it turns out, I am in luck - they have the key, and no one else is using it.
Now, one of my first thoughts is "if I ever overflow this toilet, I am screwed. There's no 'who did this?' element."
Sure enough, today, I overflowed it. I flushed it once, it didn't drain; flushed it twice, the water came up to the top, as if to say "this has not been your luckiest last couple of weeks, and we, the toilet gods, see no reason for it to change"
I ran away in fear, and now I have no where to hide. What do I do? Bring a plunger after hours to clean up my mess, or just man up and take the embarrassment? Or just never use the washroom again, and suffer through using that tiny public washroom with my crutches. Too many questions for any one man to answer...
On a lighter note, here I am at the World Hockey Championship with my make-shift crutch flag during the USA-Finland game yesterday:
Here's a wonderful picture of how it looked the night I did it:

Now, flash forward to one week later, I had to start working at a client site. Two days in I notice there's a handicap washroom on my floor. I decide to pull a George Costanza and ask for the key to it. As it turns out, I am in luck - they have the key, and no one else is using it.
Now, one of my first thoughts is "if I ever overflow this toilet, I am screwed. There's no 'who did this?' element."
Sure enough, today, I overflowed it. I flushed it once, it didn't drain; flushed it twice, the water came up to the top, as if to say "this has not been your luckiest last couple of weeks, and we, the toilet gods, see no reason for it to change"
I ran away in fear, and now I have no where to hide. What do I do? Bring a plunger after hours to clean up my mess, or just man up and take the embarrassment? Or just never use the washroom again, and suffer through using that tiny public washroom with my crutches. Too many questions for any one man to answer...
On a lighter note, here I am at the World Hockey Championship with my make-shift crutch flag during the USA-Finland game yesterday: