Toilet Stopped Up With Poop ((new)) -

“Poop, sir. All of it.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Then, the sound of a heavy sigh. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. And son? For the love of God, open a window.” toilet stopped up with poop

Twenty minutes later, Kevin sat on the edge of the bathtub, defeated. The bathroom floor was a swamp. The cute duck plunger floated mournfully. And in the bowl, the Great Logjam remained, a monument to poor life choices. “Poop, sir

He poured half a bottle of Dawn into the bowl. Then a pot of boiling water. The water level rose further. Now the bathroom smelled like lavender-scented disaster. “I’ll be there in ten minutes

He did. And as the humid July air mixed with the lavender-poopy breeze, Kevin made a silent vow. No more burritos. And from now on, he’d buy the good plunger.

His mother sighed, a sound that carried the weight of every diaper she’d ever changed. “Get the plunger. And Kevin? Don’t. Flush. Again.”