My toilet was spraying a steady blaze of water from the tank comparable to the Fountain Hills fountain when I exited the shower this morning. The blast was so great I couldn’t get behind the bowl to turn off the water valve, so I awakened the MacGuyver gene that lies dormant in me for situations like this. I jury rigged the float to the handle with dental floss. I dammed up the door using a variety of towels (including the one I had been wearing when I stepped out of the shower). Wet, naked, and sprayed with a mist of toilet tank water (compliments of my own personal Yosemite geyser), I stepped back into the shower to re-start my day.
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