would you be mine, could you be mine, won't you be my neighbor

So here's an interesting way to meet everyone in your building. Go door to door and ask for a plunger. Laugh if you will, but we were in a bit of a jam. . . no pun intended. Target, Jewel, and White Hen were flush out of plungers, so the next best option was going to our neighbors. Apparently, many people on our floor have not thought of a situation like this either because we didn't find a plunger until the sixth or seventh try. Now imagine if you will, explaining to a foreigner what a plunger is. Well that happened twice. Nothing humbles you like asking complete strangers for a plunger.
If you were wondering, we got the problem fixed and everything has been smooth sailing from then on.