We are currently experiencing plumbing problems.
In this case, "plumbing problems" is a euphemism for "our one and only toilet is broken."
Technically, it is still flushable. But in order to flush, you have to lift the lid off the tank, pull the chain that has come disconnected from the flusher, and make sure it doesn't slip under the flap as the flap closes. A lot more trouble than simply pushing the flusher, if you ask me.
This has been a problem for just over a week now. The bottleneck in getting this fixed is that our apartment complex has none of the needed parts on hand. These parts have allegedly been ordered, but have not come in yet.
In the meantime, we have also been having problems with the air conditioning. Every time someone from maintenance comes to look at that, I feel compelled to ask about the whereabouts of the magical toilet part. And then every time, they go and look at the toilet, and just like that, we're having an actual conversation about the toilet. I thought conversations about the toilet were supposed to be a thing of the past once I became old enough to stop asking permission to go to the bathroom.
It occurs to me that plumbing problems could be at least a temporary cure for arrogance; it's hard to think too highly of yourself when so many conversations are at least tangentially related to bodily functions.