One of the implicitly laws of nature/ going out is that when you least want it...you clog a toilet and have an awkward panicked time trying to rapidly figure out what to do.
Such was the case at Patsy's Pizza (23rd and 8th). A simple trip to the ol' bathroom turned into a guerrilla plumbing affair. Which by the way, I think a lot of people secretly possess the skills needed to be a plumber based on their own frightful toilet experiences.
Because you never have to fix a toilet in the comfort of your own home while others are not waiting on you....no no no.
It's always while you're at some restaurant or someone's house (more likely) and people start wondering "what are you doing in there?" Then like fuckin' Pinocchio on speed you are rapidly propping open the tank cover, checking for water levels to enable some weird black air-bladder type device enough buoyancy to allow a magical flush to occer.
Not that I haven't thought about all these details or anything.
So it's with those issues that I think I clogged the toilet at Patsy's. What makes it worse is that they don't really have a large bathroom area, there's only one. My solution? To close the toilet bowl, walk out the door past the line of waiting patrons, and sprint out of the restaurant.
Remember people, always pay your check before you go to the bathroom. That is key for a swift get-a-way