Toilet Problem

One Saturday I was looking forward to a day of resting at home, maybe doing laundry, organizing stuff and reading a book.  But as soon as I begun to make these lovely plans, when I flushed the toilet water began running out from the back all over the floor.  I flushed it again and this time a giant flood came pouring out.  The drain in our floor was plugged for some reason so after mopping it up with a towel and squeezing in out in the shower I took off my shoes and braved a few more flood-flushings to try and feel where the water was coming from.  Couldn’t figure out anything except that if I didn’t call the repairman right away the whole house would soon be flooded. 
I called the repair shop that is just 5 minutes up the street, explained the problem on the phone, and an hour or so later a man came and looked at the puddle from the door.  I asked how long it would take to fix it and he said, “Oh I don’t have any tools with me now.  I’ll come back later with tools and fix it.”  Oh my, good thing I didn’t have to go anywhere.  Two hours later a different man, this time with tools thankfully, arrived.  He pulled the whole toilet out and removed a grocery bag full of assorted junk and ick that was plugging the pipe.   

I was thankful that my Turkish friend talked the guy down from 250 lira to 150.  He bellowed over the phone, “That’s an outrageous price!  I’ll come over there right now if I have to!”  I gave the man his 125 lira, he smiled and took a piece of candy from our bowl by the door and left.  Apparently he was happy with what he got.  And I was just thankful that no pipes burst!