Date: Tue, 12 Aug 1997 12:44:12 -0500 From: Phanny Subject: SUB: CONTEST: The Plunge The Plunge 5:30am. I roll over and punch pillow. Stretch arms to see if I can reach sides of bed. No. 6:00 am. I punch pillow. Sniff to test sinuses. Mentally review conference maps and exits. 6:30 am. My head hurts. I head to bathroom. Shower curtain closed. Christ, Janet Leigh is probably behind there. I yank it open. Empty. Sit down to pee. Flush. Toilet keeps running, I jiggle the handle. I check under lid, lid crashes into tank. Shit! Lid bursts through tank, water pours onto floor. SHIT!! I slip in flooding water, crawl to toilet and grab at tank, something comes off in my hand, water sprays up at the ceiling. SHIT! I throw a towel in tank and slide to phone. Damn phone has 25 buttons with nothing saying DESK , I punch 0 . This is 408--HELP!--the toilet is broken and flooding the room. SHIT! I splash through soaking carpet, slip on bathroom floor, grab at pipe and turn water off. Shit... Knock on door. Shit! I pull quilt off bed, and squish over to peek through key-hole. Maintenance. I open the door. Guy stands there with a plunger. I say, I don t think that s going to do it!