An East Willie PSA: No Mops Down The Toilet, Please!

This takes me back to the first apartment I ever inhabited. One evening, far longer ago than I care to recall, some friends I were celebrating a birthday. My kitchen sink inexplicably backed-up. A bunch of black gooey stuff came up. We panicked. While they did the best they could to stave off deluge of murk I called the landlord.

He arrived and suction-pumped the sink. Up came a couple of popsicle sticks and the remnants of a dead snake. Methinks it was a rattler, but its state of decomposition rendered it too difficult to determine with any certainty. Mine is(and was) an educated guess. The landlord glared at me and admonished me NOT to place such items in his plumbing. Despite my protestations that I was (and still am) a vegetarian and therefore would have no reason to have a snake in my sink— much less a dismembered one at that— he remained unconvinced.

The previous anecdote having been shared— and the horrific grammar and spelling of this missive taken into account— here’s what I want to know:

  1. What the hell are “whipes”?
  2. How does one flush a mop down a toilet?
  3. Why would someone see fit to flush a mop down a toilet?

I guess there’s a first time for everything.

Miss Heather

Comments

2 Comments on An East Willie PSA: No Mops Down The Toilet, Please!

  1. brunocognetti on Wed, 6th Jan 2010 10:29 pm
  2. whipes = baby wipes?

  3. bitchcakes on Fri, 8th Jan 2010 4:14 am
  4. I agree with Bruno in his guess for #1 – those flushable wipe thingies. As for questions 2 and 3, I couldn’t even guess.

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