Project Description

This one went to my younger brother, James, and family. I haven’t really thought about it in a long time, but plungers used to be a family point of humor growing up. I can remember being left home alone with him (when I was old enough and “responsible”…I’m 5 years older than him) and breaking out the plunger and chasing him around, laughing hysterically (him, too…I think. Maybe it was nervous laughter. Now I feel like a bully. I should find out if he has any lasting plunger-related trauma). There was one instance I went into the bathroom and yelled loudly, pretending someone had crawled in through the window and was attacking me. I then threw the plunger out the bathroom door into the hallway, where I knew my brother would see it. I thought it would have been hilarious from his perspective, I’m not sure if I actually thought he’d be fooled and concerned, though…