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I had a clog at a house I had just rented. Called the landlord. He sent over George. George had that toilet unbolted, up and heading for the door I held open, in about 35 seconds. He charged out to the edge of the yard embracing the bowl and turned it upside down and shook the bejeezus out of it. A childs plastic necklace came out. A snaggletoothed smile of triumph and it was bolted back down and George was gone. Total time: 15 minutes. Did he wash his hands? I did not want to know. Why complicate being a hero?
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