Everything is perfectly fine in his world of exploding toilets. He was not about to let a little unsanitary water upset his calm. Sam stood and folded his arms as he watched the water continue to overflow. Without any training in plumbing, all he could do was think, 'Make a plan and execute' until the water became populated. Then he put aside the calm and ran out of the small apartment restroom,
"Sam, where are you going?" his wife asked.
He did not stop. He did not answer. It didn't take her long to see the trail of water leaking out from under the restroom door. She walked in and turned off the water valve behind the toilet. Towels were then thrown to soak up the water. Finally, she picked up her cell phone and dialed Sam.
"All is clear, darling. The plumber is on his way."
Sam felt like God himself had intervened as his wife spoke. He took a deep breath and replied, "Would you like to go for Starbucks?"