Vexed by my toilet.

I’d have gone to Clark Devon Hardware if they were open, but they closeat 5PM. It was 6PM. Drat. I took a photo of the alleged broken piece and when I got to HD, I realized the photo was useless. And for the most part, so was the staff.

Apparently I had my invisibility cloak on and the dude who later helped me walked right into me while he was helping MEN with PLUMBING PROBLEMS. Cue laughter. I wound up buying a new wrench and a fill valve. Two hours later, I’m home.

I walk into my apartment and hear the distinct sound of a toilet running. It fixed itself while I was spending two hours on the damn train buying a new part. ARGH! I’ll probably still replace it, but now I at least don’t have an emergncy on my hands. I did, however, lose two good hours of laundry time. Drat.