English 111
Fall, 2001
Don Maxwell

Toilet Paper

The only time I can remember Thanksgiving falling on my birthday when I was a child, Uncle George Wagstaff came to dinner. He was an uncle by marriage, on my father's side, and he lived in Chicago. He was about seventy years old. It was the only time he ever visited us.

        As my mother was placing the roast turkey on the dining room table, Uncle George went upstairs, "to wash up," he said. The rest of us gathered around the table, choosing seats and declaring how delicious the food looked and how wonderful it smelled. After a while, my mother suggested that we sit down, that Uncle George wouldn't mind if we went ahead and carved the turkey. Just as my father picked up the carving knife and the big fork, there was a small sound like a raindrop falling on a book--BUP--and my father gave a sudden start and stared hard at the center of the breast of the turkey. There was another BUP and this time I started because something hit me on the cheek. I saw my father then peering at the chandelier, where a drop of brownish liquid was forming on the bottom of the central finial, about two feet above the turkey. Right then, we heard Uncle George's quavering voice from upstairs, calling my father.

        "Don," he was saying. "Don, come quick."

        My father had been a sprinter in school, but I'm sure he never got off the mark faster than he did that day. He just seemed to vanish from his chair and we could hear his feet pounding up the stairs to the bathroom. He got there too late, of course.

        I don't remember what we finally had to eat that day, but I do remember that Uncle George and my mother spent a lot of time apologizing to each other. I think he left early, and we never saw him again. We heard that he died a few years later.

        This story--it's true, by the way--could have had a happier ending if only Uncle George had known how to keep a clogged toilet from overflowing. And it brings us to the next invitation to write. Here's what to do:

  1. Locate a standard, domestic flush toilet.
  2. Observe it in operation
  3. Write out instructions for someone like Uncle George who's desperately trying to keep a clogged toilet from overflowing.  Tell him or her what to do to prevent the rising water from flooding the floor.  There are several possible remedies, but only one will keep the floor dry.  How will you explain the remedy to someone who is in a great hurry but who hasn't poked around inside a toilet? By the way, if the toilet you study happens to be one of the newer ones that flush with only a small amount of water, it might not ever overflow. But study it anyway-because most American domestic flush toilets will, and they all work the same way. And you never know...
        In case you're wondering, this job involves serious, objective, scientific, field research. Observation. Let's see how well you see.  Your instructions will be examples of technical writing.  Like any technical writing, they'll be helpful if you have first seen accurately how toilets work and then explained what to do in this emergency.

        (There's nothing hard about this job, by the way.  But I've tried it out on several other classes, and in most of them only one or two persons saw accurately.  Some didn't even lift the top off of the tank and look inside.)

        Please bring your instructions to class next time. And remember that your audience for what you write is the entire class--and of course, anyone else who might someday find themselves in Uncle George's predicament. So you'll want to keep their needs in mind as you compose and write your instructions.
 

P.S. You might also find it handy someday to know the answers to these two questions: If there were no other water available, would it be safe to drink from the toilet bowl? How about from the toilet tank?
 
 


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