Did I ever tell you how I met my plunger?
I know, right? Not many people have memorable stories about how they "met" their plunger. And yes, I am talking about the one that fixes uh...jams...in the toilet. I think I told y'all what I did with that plunger here, but I never told you how we met.
So, one of the characteristics of a woman who lives on her own is that she has to fix/do things that men typically do. Oh I know, all the women's lib groups say that women can do everything a man can do and I agree with that totally. I just believe there are things that women shouldn't have to do. Taking out the garbage and changing the oil in the car are two such things. I think that women are beautiful, delicate flowers and shouldn't have to smell nor touch such nastiness.
Unfortunately these thing still have to get done and so I have to do them (although since Q has become of chore age, taking out the garbage is so his.) I put together an elliptical machine and then took it apart after a year and a half when I gave it away - near new condition too. I fixed the vacuum cleaner when it stopped sucking. I try to remember to get my oil changed on time, but don't actually do it myself.
Experience has taught me that when your toilet is jammed up, wait a while and it'll sort itself out. But this one was snug. It was not going anywhere any time soon.
After work, I stop off at the closest hardware store. And this place is huge. Huge. And it smells like plastic, like I just walked into a Payless Shoes. I start to feel dizzy and disoriented. I'm almost starting to sweat, but like a true lady, I don't sweat, so...
I take a deep breath.
"God," I say. "I'm going to need your help. How on earth am I going to find a plunger??"
Well, listen to this.
First aisle I stroll down is a father with his young son. The father is distracted, talking on his cell phone. His son has made a mess...
...of plungers.
Probably about 10 plungers, strewn all down the aisle. Different types, sizes, even colours, all lined up just for me.
Who says that God doesn't have a sense of humor? That he doesn't answer prayers?
Thank God for small miracles!
