My Plunger
I remember the first time I took a leak in the new pad. I noticed the plunger next to the toilet and thought to myself: "That ain't gonna cut the mustard". The plunger is, no exaggeration, one foot tall. It has a normal sized bell and the handle doesn't appear to ever have been broken, so I am left to conclude that this was how it was designed. I have always felt that regular plunger handles were too short. I can't see why they don't make models with 5' poles. In my opinion, the farther away your head and hands are from a clogged toilet the better. Better yet, how about an angled one, so I can plunge from around the corner.
This pigmy plunger has forced me to exercise some caution in my restroom activities, often resorting to a pre-wipe and sometimes even a mid-wipe security flush.
I know what you're thinking, "Just buy a new plunger, asshole". Well, I agree, I should. Unfortunately, it's not the kind of thing you think about when you're out cruising around. A plunger is just the kind of thing you take for granted until you really need it. I think most people have experienced the feeling of dread that comes over you when you've clogged a toilet away from home and realize you have no idea where the nearest plunger is located. It is a truly demoralizing turn of events.
Anyway, at the time of this writing I have successfully avoided have to use shorty for about 6 months. Which is better than my roommate Ryan has fared.
