women and toilets

So, I learned something new about women last week. It turns out that when a woman buys a house with three bathrooms she expects all three to be working at the same time. Now I personally thought that two out of three was pretty awesome. Think about it, as long as you have two working toilets you're good to go no matter where you are in the house. My wife disagrees.
Now let me back up. The reason we had a broken toilet was due to my wife's sudden and urgent need to get a glass of water and to put that glass right on the corner of the vanity closest to the toilet. Which, later, crossed paths with my urgent need to use said toilet. But I accidentally tipped the glass into the toilet shattering it into many shiny little pieces that of course disappeared down the hole in the bottom. I went to get my rubber gloves and proceeded to fish out all the pieces I could reach. I thought this was a great plan and I thought also that I had gotten all the pieces. I gave the toilet a test flush and everything seemed okay.
The next evening my wife came downstairs and informed me that the toilet would not flush or more specifically that the water would not go down. I, being a man, assumed that this would have to be due to a woman's need to use copious amounts of paper so I told her where the plunger was and thought I was done with the incident. After five minutes my wife reappeared in the doorway interrupting my important thoughts, i.e. my TV watching, to tell me that the toilet still wouldn't flush. I went upstairs thinking she did not know how to plunge a toilet and learned after some shucking and jiving that if she did not know, I did not either.
Now fast-forward to a few days ago. I spent the afternoon taking apart the toilet and determined after much hard work on my part that wedged firmly in the exit to the toilet was a huge piece of glass and enough toilet paper to start my own company producing slightly used bath tissue.
After my repairs were complete, I called my wife at work to inform her that I was indeed her night in shining porcelain. Imagine my surprise when her reaction was not complete and utter adulation. Don't get me wrong, she was pleased, but she did not feel the need to put together a parade in my honor. Shocking.
So once again, I learned a valuable lesson, and by again I mean I learn it over and over again. I can study to my hearts content trying to figure out who in this equation was originally at fault but in the end I think we know it's always going to be me. Thus, I fixed the toilet and get on with my life and everyone is happier for it. Especially my wife, who likes to have three choices in toilets; and don’t even get me started on the shoes.