It was late Saturday night…technically, early Sunday morning.
We were done with the shows.
We were heading in for the night.
I sat outside the CVS, waiting for Jake.
Streams of party-goers exited the store.
Snapping packs of cigarettes. Just one more pack, to finish up the night.
Opening bags of Funyuns. Feeding their drug-induced munchies.
Refilling ice chests with cases of beer. The last run of the night.
When, out walks a sad, pathetic, Amish looking dude, with a plunger thrown over his shoulder!!
I couldn’t help but laugh…albeit, a pitiful one!
Somewhere in Austin, a toilet was plugged, and this sad soul had to get out in the middle of the night, to buy a plunger. While the younger versions of himself were stocking up, for a long night of partying, this ghost of a twenty-something, had to make the walk of shame, out of the CVS, with his plunger.
That plunger read like a sign that said, “I’m old. I’m nasty. I took a giant shit, and stopped up the toilet, and now I have to fix it. Boo-hoo!”
That man…was my darling husband!!
Our friend and his girlfriend passed out, while Jake was in “the office,” and they were not aroused by our banging on their door, our, “Uh…we have a toilet emergency” shouts, or even the last resort text message that Jake sent, requesting the location of their plunger. They slept through it all, leaving us only two options…
1) Pack up and leave right then. Just go home. Never talk to our friends again. Cut all ties, and never speak of this incident.
2) Hit the streets of Austin, in search of a plunger.
We opted for number 2, obviously. When we returned back to our friend’s home with the plunger, and the toilet was flushing freely, we settled into bed.
Jake said, “Damn! That is like your worst nightmare, ya know? That you stop up someone’s toilet. That sucked. If only I could get his phone, and delete the text…he would never have to know that ANY of this happened.”
I said, “Oh yeah! Well, what did the text say?”
Jake replied, “It said, ‘Dude…where’s your plunger? Nikki needs to know.’”
When we visit our friends, and they visit us, we’ve left notes on dollar bills. Just with the date…a quick note…thanking them for the good time.
This trip, instead of writing on the dollar bill…we wrote on the handle of the plunger, and left it for them to find, after we’d left!