“Poop, sir. All of it.”
He finally called the landlord. “Mr. Henderson,” he whimpered. “The toilet in 4B… it’s stopped up.” toilet stopped up with poop
“With what?” she asked, already knowing. “Poop, sir
He did. And as the humid July air mixed with the lavender-poopy breeze, Kevin made a silent vow. No more burritos. And from now on, he’d buy the good plunger. he’d buy the good plunger. “Mom
“Mom, the toilet’s stopped up,” he said, his voice cracking.
His name was Kevin. Kevin had recently discovered competitive eating videos on his phone. He wasn’t a competitor himself, but he admired the craft. That admiration, combined with a deep emotional void and a 12-pack of discounted burritos from the gas station, led to what historians would later call “The Great Logjam.”