A clogged toilet without a pluger is frustrating enough. But it's even more frustrating when you're not the one who clogged the toilet. (And just to save face for my roommate, he has his own bathroom, so it wasn't him who clogged my toilet. In fact, throw out whatever assumptions you may have about who it was because you probably don't know him.)

Darn it, where are those lottery balls and racing horses when you need them?