He couldn't. He'd used the plunger. He'd used the other plunger. He'd even tried the "dish soap and hot water" trick his mother swore by, which now meant his bathroom smelled like a lemon-scented swamp.
Mark looked at the lagoon. He looked at his phone. He looked at his one good work shirt, which he’d left draped over the towel rack. blocked toilet
As Gus lapped enthusiastically, a tiny, horrible pop echoed through the pipes. The water level dropped six inches. Gus sneezed, shook his head, and trotted off, a look of profound disappointment on his furry face. He couldn't
His phone buzzed. His boss. “Where’s the Q3 report?” shook his head