I used to say there are only two things in this world that get me instantly infuriated, chauvinism and my mother, but recently I've discovered plunging. Zero to extremely angry in 60 seconds or less. Recently the situation arose, and my poor sister had to experience the after math. My running into her bathroom, colourful language and shoes flying about. There's nothing happy about needing to plunge a toilet. *insert poo pun here* How awful. I don't heart plunging.