Comments on: Awkward Family Story: The Plunge

By: Lydia

Lydia — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 01:24:00 +0000

She should have known to wrap it up in newspaper…everyone knows that mom’s toilet doesn’t flush big number twos…plus, she should have laid off on the vegetarian chili…

By: O.O

O.O — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 03:07:10 +0000

FRICKIN’ EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s DISGUSTING!!!!!

By: Andrea

Andrea — Wed, 01 Dec 2010 20:05:28 +0000

laughin, good thing you are not my father-in-law! You would have had me suffer humiliation and he was kind enough to spare me, for the most part. By the time I knew anything, the arm had gone in and the whole deal was over with. I just asked my husband, “Would you find out from your dad where their plunger is?” and the next thing I knew he’d stuck his arm in and gotten rid of the whole nightmare. No one asked me if I’d like to drive and get a plunger. You seem to think we had a long and protracted group conversation about the pros and cons of the various possibile solutions, taken a vote, and chose the arm. The whole thing was over and done with before I’d ever offered just to kill myself to redirect the attention elsewhere!

You internet people are crazy with your opinions!

By: Charlie

Charlie — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 22:05:13 +0000

Bet you don’t get invited back for dinner!

By: laughin

laughin — Sat, 03 Jul 2010 22:39:48 +0000

An hour drive away from everyone who knows what is going on is MUCH better than sticking my arm (or letting anyone else stick their arm) in my crap.

Borrowing or buying a used plunger is gross? Really? And sticking an arm down in a filled toilet is somehow preferable? That’s just plain nuts.

It is nothing like borrowing a toothbrush. You don’t stick it in your mouth–you stick it in your filthy toilet for maybe 5 minutes, you wrap it up and throw it away. You don’t return it–you buy the neighbor a better model when you buy one for yourself when the stores open again.

By: laughin

laughin — Sat, 03 Jul 2010 22:27:07 +0000

Don’t they have any neighbors they could have called? Or gone door-to-door and asked to borrow a plunger? Or BUY a used plunger from one of the neighbors for $20? Or $100! It would be worth it to unstop the toilet without sticking your arm down it. Or worse, having your father in law do it and the ENTIRE FAMILY know about the whole thing. You’d never live it down. Ever. It would be the best $100 I ever spent, honestly. But in general, I’m guessing none of them were too bright.

By: sarah

sarah — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 06:52:24 +0000

noooooooooo, oh god no! That is so not right!

By: Clever A.

Clever A. — Tue, 25 May 2010 05:29:03 +0000

I know the person who posted this and can attest to the story being true. I don’t think I could have EVER returned to the scene of the crime had it been me. However, she has many times (what a brave soul)! She isn’t a “large marge” of a woman (not that you were implying that she was). Sometimes things just go down crooked and then you get a backup. Courtesy flushes are definitely advisable! Of course, then everyone begins to glance nervously at the bathroom door, as you flush multiple times, wondering exactly what you are leaving in there. However, that is better than what this person had to deal with.

I guess commode is a southern term. I commonly hear it referred to as such. It sounds (to me) more genteel than toilet. To each their own.

By: May Ann Naze

May Ann Naze — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 20:10:49 +0000

Could be a southern thing. My parents have always used that term so it didn’t even occur to me that it was awkward. Then again, I don’t come from a totally normal family.

By: tracy

tracy — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 22:55:36 +0000

I worked in my office for 11 years, when a large marge of a woman was hired. Within the first week, she was at my desk asking me if we had a plunger. In an office of 10 employees, half of whom were men, we had never had an issue with the plumbing…..I believe my answer to her was “uh, why don’tcha look back there in that closet”…..then I promptly sent an email to the boss in charge of Maintenance. He very loudly came up to my desk and carried on about what had happened? Did anyone find a plunger? Did I call a plumber? Meanwhile, the new woman was sitting at her desk within 7 feet of him. In a matter of 3 months, that plunger got quite a workout…..AWKWARD…..