The events you are about to read took place at my home last night.
Ben: Oh yeah, I meant to fix that. I'll work on it.
Me: Ok, thanks.
(I go into the master bathroom and begin brushing my teeth. Ben comes in to the master bathroom, grabs the plunger and goes back into the hall bathroom.)
Seconds later I hear a shrill voice yelling from the hallway:
Ben: Nightmare on 31st Street!! Nightmare on 31st Street!!
(Note: This was not a "real" voice he was using but one that he uses when being funny so I didn't think much of it. Plus, he was yelling "Nightmare on 31st Street" and what does that really mean, anyway?)
So, after a few minutes, curiosity gets the best of me and I go to the hall bathroom to see what Nightmare on 31st Street is.
Have you ever seen the commercial about the septic tank cleaner where it shows the lady in her bathroom mopping away furiously and water is pouring over the sides of the toilet? That is the scene that was currently taking place in my bathroom. Except remove the lady with the mop and replace her with Ben with a towel outside the bathroom door trying to keep the water from pouring into the hallway. No exaggeration.
Me: What happened??
Ben: It got stuck! Has that never happened to you?
Me: No.
Ben: I went to get the scepter (read: plunger) and when I came back water was everywhere!
Me: Well, the handle has hung before but it didn't cause water to run out of the toilet and into the floor!
Ben: That is what happens when there is a clog.
Me: Oh.
So, there you have it. A new Christmas Story: Nightmare on 31st Street. I wish I had pictures but I was too stunned to do anything but grab more towels.
