Of course, there wasn't a plunger. There's never a plunger when you need one. But there's always an audience: in this case, three women sitting on the other side of the thin bathroom door waiting for their turn to use a toilet which was now horribly, hopelessly clogged.
I had just quit my day job to pursue writing full-time, and all I could sell was an article about how to make latkes. I had time to kill, is what I mean. I said, Ok! to the 10-day Vipassana meditation for the same reason I said Ok! to moving to Chicago with him. Because I thought there was something wrong with me for instead thinking, Run!
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