Blocked Toilet [work] Direct

"Okay," Mark whispered, his voice a hostage negotiator’s. "Okay. We can fix this."

Mark stared at the toilet bowl. The water, instead of retreating to its porcelain cave, was rising. Steadily. Menacingly. It kissed the rim, trembled, and then… stopped. A mere millimeter from catastrophe. blocked toilet

Mark just stood there. He didn't know what had just happened. He didn't want to know. He only knew that the toilet was no longer blocked. "Okay," Mark whispered, his voice a hostage negotiator’s