One time I was waiting in line for the bathroom at Ryowa. I could tell there was a mom and her daughter taking their time in there, but after awhile I realized they were having a problem with something. Well, they were flushing the toilet a lot. They were speaking in Japanese, so I couldn’t quite tell what was going on, but then the door creaked open and the mom said, “Sorry! It’s…clogged! I don’t know what to do. We tried flushing it over and over again but it just got worse. So we put a lot of tissue paper on top so you don’t have to see it.”
I laughed, said it was alright, and stepped inside. Next to the toilet was a plunger.
Flash back. I’m 16 years old. At the top of the stairs my mom calls, “Erin Elise Eleine! Come here!” My sisters and I, bothered to be interrupted, grumpily make our way to where she’s standing. She’s holding a plunger. We roll our eyes, cross our arms, and release a sigh of annoyance.
"Stop that!" said my mom, raising the plunger in the air. "First, I don’t want to have to unclog your toilet all the time. Second, I don’t want you to be dainty little damsels in distress, so I’m going to show you how to unclog it and you’re going to learn. We’re all going to practice so that you know how to do this, it’s important!”
She stuck the plunger in the toilet and forcefully, vigorously pushed and sucked the hell out of the toilet until it made a glugulug sound and after a flush, was cleared out.
Flash forward and I’m standing in Ryowa. I laugh pretty hard, decide to unclog the thing, and wonder what life would be like if I was a dainty damsel in distress!