Compromises

Our office toilet has been broken for two days now and our plumber has, for some odd reason, decided to succumb to property management bureaucracy. This is what we have:

 

And this is what we want: 



So we added "Go find us this potty" to Zach's errand list for the day. His search for a new fancy Japanese button potty was a failure. So he bought donuts instead.



No toilet, more donuts? The universal placater. 



Unfortunately, the plumber also shut off our water before he went on his plumbing-heirarchy sojourn. So now we get the honor and the pleasure of this hot donut mess for the rest of the day. 

(Also, I think this is an appropriate time to showcase the magic-mirror in our office's bathroom. Because. You know: