In my bath tub, I have what the plumber referred to as "a 20-year clog", meaning it got started way before I even thought of moving in here. It goes out the bathroom, under the kitchen and into the hallway outside my apartment. Today they've torn a gigantic hole in my floor for me to either vault over or fall in, tomorrow they'll replace the pipes and fixtures, Wednesday they'll pour cement, Thursday they'll let it set, Friday they'll replace my bathroom wall, and maybe Saturday I can take a shower. I'm beginning to regret calling the landlord to report this.
A 20-year clog. Motherfucker. At least now I can stop feeling guilty about accidentally clogging the tub drain with gorgonzola cheese, though.
A 20-year clog. Motherfucker. At least now I can stop feeling guilty about accidentally clogging the tub drain with gorgonzola cheese, though.
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I'll def. let you know when I'm coming through. I managed to snag a co-driver, so the current plan is to drive straight-through to Minneapolis on Day 1. That would give me most of Saturday to kick around the area. Then again, I don't want to impose on your time w/ the boy.
I was thinking of calling you this week. Nothing in particular, but it seemed the thing to do. Let me know if you'd mind and when you'll be around. (Speaking of talking on the phone...yesterday, my father citing my being a scatterbrain. I laughed.)