We've had a clogged toilet in the bedroom for a while and we finally got around to getting a plumber to the house.
Beth had left messages with a couple but no one ever called her back. Then a plumbing van passed us on the road. I told her to catch up and grab the number. This time we didn't mention the toilet at all. (That was my theory, get him to call you back first, then tell him it's the toilet. Because even a plumber doesn't want to work toilet duty - or doodie).
I had a feeling it was this travel sized bottle because I came across the cap and could not locate the bottom at all.
The plumber had to remove the toilet because the snake wasn't working. I had bought my own snake to try to DIY the clog but I had no luck so I figured this was going to be the case. I wanted to remove the toilet myself because I had read the instructions how to do it on the internet but Beth wasn't going to let that happen.
SO looking up the bottom of the toilet we could see that we had a bottle face down against the bottom of the toilet. It moved all the way down around the curve in the toilet. (I might have helped it get there when I was trying to snake it. ) But it wasn't making the last turn.
What we finally decided to do was find a wire hanger.
By the way, do you have any idea how hard it is to locate a wire hanger in this day and age? Everyone has plastic now. I think it's a conspiracy started by the tow truck guys. The fewer wire hangers in the world, the more we need them when we lock our keys in the car.
So the plumber heated up the hanger end with his blow torch in an effort to get it to burn through the plastic and then when it cools it will be stuck inside the bottle and he could try to pull it out.
That part worked but it still wasn't coming out. So he figured to try to push it out the other way. Still nothing.
Man is this story as suspenseful for you?
So with me holding the toilet he worked the bottle back and forth until presto it popped out. I knew it was that bottle all along.