|A minor explosion|
There is a hose that attaches the toilet to the wall. It is silver mesh around a black tube and is what runs the water from the pipes in the wall into the toilet. Mostly when I’ve seen these, they are equipped with a small on/off valve at either end, but I guess that isn’t strictly necessary.
Captain, the water line has blown. That black tube appears to have some of the same problems as say, a faulty vein in the human body, by which I mean it can rupture. Seriously, the water line in the room upstairs just blew out.
Now, I would imagine that one could turn off the on/off valve on the wall side and stop the flow of water. Unfortunately, this particular toilet was not equipped with the on/off valve in question. So instead, we sat and giggled while the water gushed out of the pipe and swamped the floor, the towels we put down to soak it up, the mop and eventually got to be about ankle deep in the bathroom.
|Clean up crew: Neill and Princess|
Someone finally got a bucket to catch the water in and we started emptying it into the shower rather than having yet more go spilling all over the floor, but well, there just wasn’t much we could do until the manager showed up. She shut off the water line.
We mopped, dragged and bailed the water out of the room and moved the two people out into the next room over. They are resettling and I am tempted to have a water fight. Anyone want to try sliding on the tile floor?
*There is a pun there since this is actually written when I’m publishing it. Weird. I almost never do this.