For once, it's not my fault that the damn toilet is clogged.
But somehow....I end up having to trek to the store at 10:30 at night to buy a plunger, so that I can use the bathroom without fear of an overflow.
And of course, it's just my luck that the one night that I have to waste $4 on a plunger is the same night that there is only one register open, run by the only cute girl in this town.
Now I'm the guy who wandered through her line and tossed four bucks her way, 'cause he's gotta go home and suction the poo out of the pipes.
Damn.
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