Those with teenagers should be able to relate.
5:45, lying in bed waiting to get up. knock on the door, 17 yo son "Dad, where's the plunger?"
Me "what?" son "where's the plunger?" Me "what? why?"(really dumb question)
5:46, Me (now wide awake) "Wait! stop! don't do anything else!" In the past the 'if it doesn't go down with the first flush, keep flushing till it does rule' was employeed, not good.
5:47, Get out of bed thinking of going to search for the plunger in the unheated garage.
go to MY bathroom to get comfortable, and there it is. Nice and warm and toasty.
5:48, Have the thought of having him do the plunging. Stop to think about what a plunger, a stopped up toilet, and a 17 yo could do to a just refinished bathroom. Refinished in white.
5:49 rethink 'plunging lesson', put pants on.
5:50 go into his(shares with his sister) bathroom, and inspect the 'victim'.
5:50.30 get a feeling of disgust, revulsion and anger when I realise that this was sitting all night long. And pride at the sheer volume and size of the offending 'logs'(you can't take the frat boy out of the man).
5:51 S l o w l y position plunger. push plunger once, twice, three times the charm, away it goes. Flush twice for good measure.
5:52 feel grateful this worked and I didn't have to search for the 'snake'.
5:52 vow to have the kid eat more fibre.