I did some business and it wouldn't flush, almost overflowed. I panicked, called the old guy who sits in an office in the lobby who's sort of a janitor/guard. We looked thoughtfully at the toilet full of toilet paper and poo (my husband uses way too much toilet paper and it was his fault -- his paper and his poo in addition to mine) and it was like the first time he'd ever seen such a thing, told me I should go buy a plunger. I realized my mistake in involving him. Now he looks away every time he sees me, probably thinks I'm some sort of poo-monster regularly taking gigantic toilet-clogging dumps like a buffalo or an elephant. Fine. At least I'm not a janitor who doesn't even have a plunger.

If he gives you any shit (LOL), growl menacingly at him and fire off a few warning farts!

What a miserable shit (to continue the scatological humor). You tell him you have a clogged crapper, and he comes up to look at it without a plunger? Did he think he was going to do a Uri Geller and "mind - bend" the poop down the commode? Or does he get a sick kick out of the observational end of things?

LOL!! He's the one who should be embarrassed--he let down the side by not having the Most Important Tool of the Multiple Dwelling Building trade!!!! Without a plunger, that poop shall not pass!

He shoulda come equipped.