What Happened to Me in the Bathroom at Cafe Monte Alto

Two days ago I was at my favorite coffee shop in downtown Plymouth.  I was there for a couple of hours, so I some point I needed to use their bathroom.  Someone had just left, so I went in and....you know.....did my business.  But when I went to flush the toilet, nothing happened!  The handle had no tension on it and it just flopped down under the weight of my hand.  "Oh great," I thought!  This is perfect.  That's when I heard a knock on the door.  Panic started to spread and I began to sweat.  What was I going to do?  This person is going to wonder what is taking me so long, but I can't just leave the toilet full!  Then I thought back to a time when my road was torn up so that the city could lay new sewer pipes.  We didn't have running water for over twenty four hours, so instead we used water in mop buckets that we had filled, in order to flush the toilet.  AHA!  Genius.  Only problem was, there was nothing for me to fill up in the Cafe's bathroom.  Shimminy.  Another knock on the door.  "Just a second!" I screamed in a slightly manic voice. Then I did the only other thing I could think of, I lifted up the cover on the back of the toilet tank and looked for some sign of trouble that I might possibly be able to fix.  Well, what do you know?  I saw that the hook that pushes down on the water release when you press the handle, had jumped its hold.  Easy enough fix.  Only, as I was struggling to lift the hook back onto its pin, I lost hold of the porcelain tank cover.  It fell back onto the tank with a horrible clanking thunk.  That's just great, I muttered, I know everyone in the cafe heard that and now think I am doing something strange and disturbing in the bathroom. I took a deep breath and lifted the cover back up.  Then I pulled with all my might on the hook.  It came up!  After I made sure it was secure, I tried flushing again, and it worked.  Thank the Lord Baby Jesus.  I washed my hands, took another deep breath, and opened the door.  Sure enough, everyone in the place was staring at me.  As I did the walk of shame back to my table, I saw the man who had been waiting for me to be done in there already! peer around the corner and into the bathroom only to decide he didn't really need to go that badly after all.  It wasn't my fault, Buddy. I was the victim here.