Adventure No. 6

The roller-coaster rides of the day will never cease, you just gotta roll with them, and hang on tight.
Today began quite nicely with a delicious brunch. After a giant chocolate-and-banana filled crepe, and some intelligent conversation (no, not with myself), I made my way down to Nathan Phillips Square (which I keep calling Charles Clark Square for [not so] obvious reasons) and skated to my Beatles playlist for about an hour or so. About halfway into said skating session, a group of school children on a field trip came on the ice, and I glided around amongst the kinders and their families, as well as some adults who were learning to skate. All in all, it was a picture perfect Christmas skate. I went for a walk around downtown, and came home in a festive mood, only to find my toilet clogged.
Well, luckily for me, I know plumbing well enough to know that you do not flush a clogged toilet with your fingers crossed in hopes that it will magically un-clog itself. You grab a plunger, as unbecoming as that is. Well, I've never owned a plunger, so I was grateful that the wretched little toilet got clogged during regular business hours, and I made my way down to my neighbourhood hardware store to buy one. One plunger, a can of Drano, some shelf brackets, and a hazelnut latte later, I returned home to face my nemesis.
Now, plunging is not a pleasant activity, as you might have guessed, but at least it's a rather simple procedure. Simply place the plunger in the toilet, get a good seal around the drain, and plunge. However, when you have one of those crazy oval-shaped toilets that were so fashionable in the '90's, like I do, a regular round plunger doesn't really get a good seal. In fact, it leaves three slight air holes: one at the top right, one at the top left, and one at the bottom of the drain. Well now, this doesn't only result in a poor seal; imagine what happens when 160lbs of grown man pushes with all his force (that equals quite a bit of pressure by the way, any physicists want to figure that one out?). It equals air, as well as dirty toilet water, spraying all over. And by spraying I don't mean a few drops go splashing, I mean, spraying. Like a fountain that's being powered by one of those pressure washers you see people cleaning their driveways with.
Anywho, after an hour of plunging, an hour of scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees with a scrub brush, and twenty minutes of scrubbing my body in a hot shower, things were back to normal. Except that by that time it was after seven o'clock, and I still hadn't eaten. That was when I realized, oops, I had no food to eat anyway. Time for grocery shopping.
But after all that was said and done, and my tummy was full, I curled up on my bed by the fire and the Christmas tree, and watched some Christmas specials on CBC (although the term "Christmas special" is a misnomer for the genius that is Merry Christmas Mr. Bean).
And soon, I will be asleep. So what I had here today was a Monday sandwich: some really miserable things sandwiched inbetween some really great experiences. What can I say? That chocolate-banana crepe was amazing.
Ciao,