Bathtub: 1, Me: 0
An hour and a half of plunging later, the drain is more clogged than it was this morning. Bob the Plumber plays the next round. Good luck, Bob.
posted by Amber at 3:52 PM
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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4 Comments:
God, I'm glad I'm not a plumber. They earn every penny
I was thinking the very same thing today, in between all the swearing about other people's clogs. (The tub has drained slowly since the day we moved in.)
I've experienced that very thing...in fact when we moved into this house the clog was so bad it had corroded the pipes. The water ran down into our kitchen cabinets oddly enough...so that was gross. I finally took the whole thing apart, and the clog was essentially a two foot long algae covered dread-lock that smelled like calf scours. Good luck with your inherited clog, I hope the landlord is paying for it.
Ish. Yeah, as far as I know, she's paying. If she isn't, we'll be exchanging words. And lawyers' phone numbers.
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