Before today, I’d never really used a plunger. I mean, who doesn’t know how to use a plunger right, but until today I’d never effectively PLUNGED a TOILET. On my own.
Unfortunately, I spent today working from my boss’ home.
Despite my best efforts, the floodwaters burst the banks. Big mess. Through the ceiling. Many towels.
My sister overflowed a toilet in a Boston Market this one time, when she was, like, six. She’s 21 now, and, to this day, won’t step foot in a Boston Market. Just like her, I want everyone to know that IT WASN’T ME WHO CLOGGED IT! Unlike her, I don’t have a boycott option.