I was working a funeral service this past Saturday and experienced strange occurrences that I frankly don’t care to ever live through again. During the services, a young lady came to me to say that one of the restrooms had an “issue.” Apparently, a roll or so of toilet paper just barely got the job done. I proceeded to do my best plumbing expertise of using a plunger to fix the problem. Well, it didn’t even come close…as I was sloshing away, the door opened with a man telling me that the other restroom has “an issue.” Great…so I stopped plunging and opened the door of the other restroom and observed the same problem.
After exhausting all my best efforts to clear the hatch, I let my fellow participant in hell know we were in dire need of a plumber…on Saturday, in the middle of a funeral service. My partner let me know that the family requested more memorial folders and the printer for some reason had decided that it also was overwhelmed for the day refusing to submit and he was up to his elbows in ink. As the service let out, my job was to let folks know the bathrooms were unavailable due to an emergency…imagine the look of horror on some ladies faces upon hearing the news.
To add to the fun, a family of 11 walks into the funeral home to make arrangements for their mother that literally just died 45 minutes ago at the local hospital…and they really want to “get this part over with so that they can party.” As we cleared the building of the service and initiated the arrangement session with the party family, the plumber arrived. I showed the plumber and his team the problem areas and they started to work, which included turning off the water causing all kind of alarms to start going off. On cue, the party family thought that was a sign that maybe they should take another of their six smoke breaks of the arrangement session.
My hat is off to those that serve the public in so many capacities, and especially those in the funeral service field. We don’t just stop; we make adjustments, and carry on. Saturday could aptly be described as a “crappy day”…but the sun came up on Sunday. Please share some of your “one of those days” with us…Cheers y’all.