Mr. Fix It

I have this friend. She is awesome and amazing and fun and funny and crazy shit always happens to her. Always.

A few nights ago, she had a boy over to her place after dinner. Things were going well. Things were amazing until her stomach started to growl and grumble. The guy might have liked her but her dinner did not. She politely excused herself and went to the bathroom. Unfortunately what happened in the bathroom wasn't polite at all.

She finished and went to flush the toilet. Nothing. She tried to flush again and again, nothing. The handle was broken. Panic set in. Pure panic. It was starting to smell. Thankfully she had known to pull the back off of the toilet and lift up the lever to manually flush the toilet. Safe. In the clear. She even sprayed a bit of perfume to make sure everything was covered.

Unfortunately he went to the bathroom immediately after her. Not 5 or 10 minutes but 2. He should have known. She made him think that the toilet had worked just before he had used it and pressured him to know how to fix it (she already knew how but felt that he should know too). He fixed the issue with Duct Tape - such a guy move - and then proclaimed himself a handy man.

My friend decided to let it slide that she had known how to fix the issue. She also fed his ego by letting him think it was him who could only fix her toilet. Brilliantly played my friend.