Clog Claim

This afternoon, a toilet in the ladies room was clogged.

Easy fix. No big deal.

This evening, as I was rolling some logs like soccer balls, I could feel someone watching me.

“Are you the campground ranger?”

“Yes.” (Close enough.)

“I tried to come find you earlier cause I clogged the toilet! There’s a plunger in there now, but I couldn’t find it earlier.”

“Oh, yeah, I had it locked up because someone stole our last one. Out of all the things to steal.”

“A public toilet plunger?”

“I know.”

But you know what else is funny to me?

The way this lady came running up to let me know she clogged the toilet.

She saw the plunger, which means she knows the issue is resolved. The toilet is no longer clogged. She didn’t need to tell me it was her.

That was a choice.

So now I’m smoking my (quiet hours) J and I’m cracking up because can you imagine being like,

“Excuse me, Ranger? You know that toilet that was absolutely wrecked?

Yeah, that was me. I did that.”

Whyyyyyy

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