There oughta be a law:
The toity was not cooperating. After every plunger trick in the book, it was still a no go. It's an old building with questionable pipes, but one can't help feeling deeply, deeply ashamed to call the building manager with this particular problem.
But as the water level neared precipice-spilling levels, I got over it and made the call. Send the "Drain Snake Guy" please. I should have been more specific. "Send an old, ugly and overwieght plumber with poor hygiene please."
Don't, don't, DON'T send the Cutest, Most Charming and Adorable Plumber in the History of Plumbers. How can you flirt with someone who has seen your poop soup?