I didn’t mention in my story about the urinal that I went across the street to Gary’s house to get a longer plunger after I told them I wasn’t about to use the mini-plunger in the urinal. I didn’t mention it because a long handled plunger isn’t as funny and it had no bearing on the story.

Until now.

I walked into my new job yesterday, after getting thurs. and fri off and my coworker Liz says to me: “Vincent. Was I halucinating or on Sunday did you run really fast past Clover Grill with a plunger in your hand?”

Uhg. Way to start a new job.