(Lauren Evans) A Brooklyn man has a new prayer for the porcelain gods: Please don't let my toilet explode in my face...again.
October 2nd started out as any other day for Flatbush resident Michel Pierre. He used the bathroom, presumably not while reading this lengthy Wikipedia entry on "Toilet related injuries and deaths," (Categories: Accidents, Injuries Caused By Animals, Historical Deaths) and, as people and particularly sophisticated pets do, went on to flush. That's when everything changed...forever.
“I remember there was a ‘boom’ and the thing exploded in my face,” a traumatized Pierre told the Daily News. “I was blinded and pieces flew all over the place.”
The Exploding Toilet isn't a joke—Pierre required 30 stitches to close the wounds inflicted by pieces of flying porcelain shrapnel, apparently the result of built-up air pressure from the water being turned off for repairs earlier that day.
Pierre's physical wounds will heal, but the psychological trauma—the Post-Toilet Stress Disorder, if you will—will live on for much longer. "I’m afraid to flush the toilet right now,” he said. “I can’t stop thinking about it every time I look at the bowl.”
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