Poo happens

I’ve been having problems with my toilets not disposing of the their content on the first try. I’ve plunged. I’ve augured. I’ve read a lot of home repair books. As this was affecting all three toilets, it was logical to suspect something was clogged in the sewer line, the kind of repair that I don’t want to undertake. I called a plumber.

According to him, my toilets were worn out. Thinking that was a load of … you know what… I did more research. And continued to plunge and augur. Over the last few months, the problem got worse: often it would take three or four flushes. I called another plumber.

He took a quick look and said my toilets were worn out. When I looked skeptical, he asserted that the hard water and wearing down of the legal-age-for-drinking porcelain innards disrupts the flow. It sorta makes sense, though I can’t prove it. He made some recommendations for toilets, then thumbed through a price book to generate estimates. Let’s just say three toilets, plus professional installation, and hauling away the old ones would cost more than my bike. When I mentioned that I would have to consult my financial adviser, he provided an estimate based on my procuring the toilets and having him install them. “Or you can install one now and do the other two later.”

This is one of those reasons I love the Internets: there are several sources of these toilets. As my weekends through October are at a premium, I wimped out and paid to have them installed. What would have taken me a full day, including time for procrastination, took this dude an hour.  The net savings over the first estimate was about $900.

They work great.

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