Ashamed to admit this but I have tried flushing potatoes down our manhattan toilet. I hated throwing out old food because it would make the garbage smell….my logic was if it had almost the same consistency as poop shouldn’t it go down no issue? Um and then I stretched that further and further until it was whole potatoes, a couple of hours of plunging and snaking and eventually was able to clear it. We now rent from family and I am extremely cognizant of what I flush lol
In my youth I shared an apartment with two other young ladies and the local public works staff would knock on our door and plead with use to stop flushing tampons because the tree roots that invaded the system would catch them and cause huge back ups in the street. (It was a small town, we when to school with them). We didn't listen, ...renters. I have a bidet toilet seat now because I hate spending so much money on toilet paper. Plus I'm a home owner now. One item that is murder on the systems is something called a Wok Sink. It keeps the hot oil from catching fire by running water under the base. Water and oil mixed with TP make a perfect fatburg so areas with lots of Cantonese Restaurants have to be diligent with grease trap cleaning.
*sigh* I've had digestive issues most of my life. Growing up we had 2 toilets in the house. When I was 13 I hit the gallon of Kemps New York Vanilla ice cream too hard. When karma arrived at my back door, my dad and sister (fellow IBSers) were occupying the 2 bathrooms. In a panic, I headed into the laundry room and let loose in the cat's litter box. I grossly underestimated the volume and velocity of the shit demon that was about to be exorcised from my body. It was more than the litter could withstand. I franticly tried to mix my pool of shame into the litter with the plastic scoop next to the litter box but it was a losing battle.
As soon as my dad left the bathroom one door over, I, as stealthily as I could, heaved the entire litter box to the toilet, closed and locked the door, and scooped the entire batch of beef litter stew into the toilet. As soon as I flushed, my folly was laid bare to me. I had overestimated the capabilities of my consumer-grade toilet which was no filled to the brim.
I ran back to the laundry room and grabbed a broom. I stuck the handle in and, like a witch stirring her cauldron of cursed potion, I thoroughly mixed my batch of shame in an attempt to reverse the clumping power developed by the sorcerers of the Tidy Cats engineering team. Slowly but surely the water level lowered until I was left with a clump of litter the size of a grapefruit. With my hand I mashed the clump until it was sufficiently broken up to be flushed. I hit the lever, held it down, and prayed. When I opened my eyes, all of the clumps were gone, leaving just a lip of litter around the top of the toilet bowl like a salted margarita glass.
I cleaned up the toilet, broom and litter box and never told anyone about my disastrous episode.
Thank you for your willingness to tell your (possibly) embarrassing story. I decided to just type a short reply, because it seemed wrong to click the "Like" button. I hope the cat didn't resent you for using its litter box that one time...
My wife and I own five ice cream shops in coastal NC and let me tell you, I nearly convulsed for a second when I saw the title of this episode. We have spent tens of thousands of dollars on emergency plumber calls. It is ALWAYS wipes, paper towels, feminine hygiene products and the occasional diaper. Our toilets sit 36 inches away from a full size trash can. It makes me lose faith in my fellow ice cream eaters every time.
As a 3rd house homeowner fix-it all Dad. NOTHING other than water or human stuff. Or you will be sorry.
Ashamed to admit this but I have tried flushing potatoes down our manhattan toilet. I hated throwing out old food because it would make the garbage smell….my logic was if it had almost the same consistency as poop shouldn’t it go down no issue? Um and then I stretched that further and further until it was whole potatoes, a couple of hours of plunging and snaking and eventually was able to clear it. We now rent from family and I am extremely cognizant of what I flush lol
In my youth I shared an apartment with two other young ladies and the local public works staff would knock on our door and plead with use to stop flushing tampons because the tree roots that invaded the system would catch them and cause huge back ups in the street. (It was a small town, we when to school with them). We didn't listen, ...renters. I have a bidet toilet seat now because I hate spending so much money on toilet paper. Plus I'm a home owner now. One item that is murder on the systems is something called a Wok Sink. It keeps the hot oil from catching fire by running water under the base. Water and oil mixed with TP make a perfect fatburg so areas with lots of Cantonese Restaurants have to be diligent with grease trap cleaning.
Not flushable! Well at least not most and not most systems. FATBERGS BE DAMNED
The things I've flushed, PJ, before I discovered composting would boggle your mind
*sigh* I've had digestive issues most of my life. Growing up we had 2 toilets in the house. When I was 13 I hit the gallon of Kemps New York Vanilla ice cream too hard. When karma arrived at my back door, my dad and sister (fellow IBSers) were occupying the 2 bathrooms. In a panic, I headed into the laundry room and let loose in the cat's litter box. I grossly underestimated the volume and velocity of the shit demon that was about to be exorcised from my body. It was more than the litter could withstand. I franticly tried to mix my pool of shame into the litter with the plastic scoop next to the litter box but it was a losing battle.
As soon as my dad left the bathroom one door over, I, as stealthily as I could, heaved the entire litter box to the toilet, closed and locked the door, and scooped the entire batch of beef litter stew into the toilet. As soon as I flushed, my folly was laid bare to me. I had overestimated the capabilities of my consumer-grade toilet which was no filled to the brim.
I ran back to the laundry room and grabbed a broom. I stuck the handle in and, like a witch stirring her cauldron of cursed potion, I thoroughly mixed my batch of shame in an attempt to reverse the clumping power developed by the sorcerers of the Tidy Cats engineering team. Slowly but surely the water level lowered until I was left with a clump of litter the size of a grapefruit. With my hand I mashed the clump until it was sufficiently broken up to be flushed. I hit the lever, held it down, and prayed. When I opened my eyes, all of the clumps were gone, leaving just a lip of litter around the top of the toilet bowl like a salted margarita glass.
I cleaned up the toilet, broom and litter box and never told anyone about my disastrous episode.
Thank you for your willingness to tell your (possibly) embarrassing story. I decided to just type a short reply, because it seemed wrong to click the "Like" button. I hope the cat didn't resent you for using its litter box that one time...
My wife and I own five ice cream shops in coastal NC and let me tell you, I nearly convulsed for a second when I saw the title of this episode. We have spent tens of thousands of dollars on emergency plumber calls. It is ALWAYS wipes, paper towels, feminine hygiene products and the occasional diaper. Our toilets sit 36 inches away from a full size trash can. It makes me lose faith in my fellow ice cream eaters every time.
Only toilet paper and poop is flushable