It was a great Thursday night. I had gotten off work nice and late – at about 11:30. I couldn’t just go straight home, oh no. Before I dare show my face at number 15-103, I had to purchase a plunger. Yup that’s right. A toilet plunger. Nothing like being in Albertsons looking for a PLUNGER. Geez. I had to ask the stinking clerk what isle and then to top it all off one of the guys at the office ended up helping me find one. Hello embarrassment. Fortunately the humour in all of this was frankly apparent and I could not hold back laughter at my own self and at what I was doing. Five dollars later and a little bit of work in the bathroom – wait those don’t exist here in the USA – in the restroom, and everything was back to working order. Pheww!