niagra falls, or an alligator eating a hippo

Our toilet broke. Or, if you're a glass-half-full type of person, it's working more than it should.

We called maintenance. They were closed. Can you believe they close before two in the a.m.?

(erica, ally, lisa, chelsey)

We decided this had to be fixed, so we called the University Police. We calmly explained the situation, ending with the statement, "We're afraid our toilet is going to explode." It's true, we were afraid. After our toilet had been continually flushing for 34 minutes, Jeff came to save the day.

(jeff)

Jeff asked us what we were doing up so late. It's a little hard to sleep three feet away from a rushing river. Chelsey asked what he was doing up so late. Fixing our toilet. Oh. Right.

Note: We are not idiots. Our toilet isn't the normal kind, with the tank on the back. And there was no way to turn off the water. Okay, Dad?