Q: What is worse than walking the streets of downtown during rush hour with a 12 pack of toilet paper in your arms?
A: Walking back to your apartment, after dark, carrying a plunger.
Yep, you heard it here, folks. I don't think I need to tell ya'll why the need for this device has come about. It happens to the best and worst of us, and to the best of us at the worst times.
Oh and you better believe I was that person who bought at least one more thing to make the purchase of that one embarrassing thing a little less obvious. And we all know that doesn't really work. I will say though that the chocolate candy bar did help a little bit.
But man, talk about swallowing your pride.
That was my "good grief" moment for the day.