Sweet Catastrophe

We have really thin walls, and currently there’s some sort of clog in our downstairs plumbing. What this means–we know when the neighbors flush. So yesterday when someone came to visit and this neighbor didn’t answer, they made the joke that he was probably on the toilet reading. I came inside and ten minutes later I was in the kitchen and heard the familiar sound the clog causes when you flush, so I poked my head out and said that he would probably be out soon—as he walks out the door.

Maybe you don’t find that funny, but I sure as hell do.