Fun personal story time:

Back when I was about 12, my dad and his then-girlfriend lived in a condominium. I was over for the weekend, and needed to take a massive shit.

Take said shit, it won't flush. Go get the plunger. Plunge plunge plunge. Try again. Now it's filling up. Plunge plunge plunge. It's still filling. Panic starts to fill my child heart.

My dad was at work, he wouldn't be home for another 10, probably 12 hours. I needed an adult. Wait, his girlfriend is home!

Embarrassed as shit, I go to her and explain the situation. She assures me I'm just freaking out, it's okay, she can handle a clogged toilet!

So she tries. And tries. Then all I hear is "THERE'S SO MUCH POOP! HOW CAN ONE CHILD MAKE SO MUCH POOP?!"

Turned out there was something going on with the sewer line and I just found out in the worst way possible. I wanted to die when I heard her yelling about the amount of shit backflowing. She wasn't even mad about it, just confused as to why it kept coming.