I may have posted about this incident before, but perhaps I didn’t due to taste constraints. When the kids were small, we lived in another house. This was before the era of low-flush toilets. Some appliance was on the fritz, and a handyman was on the premises. He was not a plumber.

During the course of his work, he asked to use the bathroom. No problem. Or so I thought. He used the kids’ bathroom, and it wasn’t till after he departed that I discovered that he left something behind.

Jeez. Guys, I thought, and flushed the toilet. The offending object did not go away. I flushed again. There it was once more.

It would not leave despite my best efforts. And there it remained for what seemed a long, long time. Another family member dealt with it, and is reluctant to discuss the matter to this day.

As I browsed the toilet display at the store a few days ago, I read all the advertised promises posted above each model. One in particular caught my eye, the one that boasted of power enough to flush dozens of golf balls in one go.

I hoped the handyman had one.