He called. A man named Gus arrived in twenty minutes, smelling faintly of coffee and competence. Gus lifted the plunger Leo had left in shame, gave one firm, vertical thump , and the water spiraled down like a drain scene from a nature documentary.
“For one thump ?”
The sign on the van said “Dr. Plumbgood – No Job Too Small, No Smell Too Tall.” The price list was faded, but the first line was bold: toilet unblocker cost
“Military-grade plastic. Special handling.” He called