It started innocently enough. I had a minor plumbing emergency, and the plunger had to be used. But now, it's been weeks, and the plunger just won't leave me alone.
I tried ignoring it, but it just follows me everywhere, even to the bathroom stall next door. I've tried bribing it with a few extra dollars, but it just won't budge. I've even tried threatening to call a plumber, but it just laughs and says "Oh, you need me, I've got you!"
Is it possible that I've created some kind of plunger-obsession in this household? Or is it just a case of mass-hysteria?
Some say I'm just being paranoid, but I know what I've seen: the way it lingers in the corner, watching me, waiting for its next opportunity to strike. I've even caught it whispering to the toilet brush, plotting something.
I'm at my wit's end. I need help.
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