PLUMBING PROBLEMS: PART II

                  

                       PLUMBING PROBLEMS: PART II

My eight-year-old daughter Robin was crying uncontrollably; her cat Molly was missing.  My wife Laura and I searched the entire house with no luck.

Trying to comfort Robin, I suggested, “She’ll turn up, she always has before,” but my efforts were useless.  In frustration, Robin ran out of the house crying out for Molly while Laura and I continued to search. Later Robin returned covered in mud, dejected, and ran up to her room and slammed the door. 

While Robin was crying in her room, I went upstairs to the master bathroom to clean up and could not believe the sight that awaited me.  The place was a mess.  There was a thick yellow slime all over the sink, flowing onto the floor, and the smell was horrible.  Neither Laura nor Robin knew anything about the condition of the bathroom.  Normally that would have set me off, but considering Robin’s current fragile condition, I thought it better to let the matter drop.