Has a plunger ever given you blisters? This evening I exercised my power to make (if not officially declare) war, as chief executive of the Kauffman House, and commander-in-chief of the household tools. We’ve been involved in the occasional skirmish for years, but this evening our toilet struck a surprise, vicious blow, leaving me little choice but to fully engage the enemy. Armed with a plunger, resolve, and a really bad temper, I fought long and hard. I put up a good fight, but in was in vain. While the enemy’s blood covered the field of battle, it won this [...]
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