9:16 a.m. Potty blogger notices that the plunger has been returned. Rejoice!
11:15 a.m. The toilet is clogged. Plunger sits helplessly next to clogged toilet.
Men, the plunger is back...use it! Sheesh.
Seriously, how does one clog a toilet, watch it nearly overflow and then blithely walk out of the stall? Grab the plunger and clear the bowl!
Remember, our fair fifth floor men's room toilet has a finicky digestive system. We need to help it along when needed.
You're need to be like those scientists who feed the birds with the eye-dropper! The plunger is the cotton swab that you may need to gently nudge the seed town the bird's throat.
For those not clear on the rest of the metaphor: The toilet is the bird. Your butt is the eye-dropper.
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