Just a Regular Day

I keep a bucket and plunger in my tub. Not to drain the bath tub. The rusted, dip-in-the middle tub is another story. This borders on TMI, but every time I poop I have to dump a bucket or two (sometimes more.) of water inside the commode to get the thing to flush.
Because I eat my daily recommended fiber, I’m prolific in keeping the intestines cleaned out. When I did a bathroom remodel in Ohio I paid extra for that was guaranteed to flush missiles across the continent. It worked great. But here in the Pacific Northwest conservation rises above human comforts; the toilet barely flushes liquids, more less solids.
I discovered this when I lived in a hotel my first few weeks here. Once my stomach adjusted to a new time zone, my daily colon cleanse met with resistance from the wimpy flush of the toilet in my room. I started keeping one of the trash cans in the bathroom and filled it in the tub to “move things along.” One day even the trash can flushes didn't work and I had to call maintenance. The two guys they sent up accused me of flushing cat litter. (I was traveling with two cats.) Maybe I should have said I was; it would have been less embarrassing.
I’m all for protecting the environment, but not when it comes to my having to almost daily plunge my toilet. But today, I filled my bucket in advance to prepare for a fight, but it was clean sailing. It’s a Christmas miracle.
Happy Holidays!!