My house has beaten me yet again. I could not get my bathroom drain fixed at all. I snaked it and pulled out a hair clip, dumped some more chemicals down it, and it was all for nothing. That damn sink still wouldn’t drain. So, I did what sane people usually did and called a plumber.
They arrived quickly for a Saturday. I explained the situation and the guy promptly got to work with his motor-driven auger. About halfway through, he asks if I dumped any chemicals down the pipe. I told him I had. He then says”...yeah, it’s burning my hands.”
As in chemical burn. Damn. I really felt bad then.
Long story short, when I was snaking, I went to a certain point and got sidetracked into a vent instead of the drain apparently. The thing works like a charm now. He sold me on a gallon of an enzyme-eating drain cleaner; it is all-natural and kid/pet safe. I just need to pour a little bit down the drain once a month and I’m set.
Hefty bill, but the sink worked for the Chief when she got home last night from RAGBRAI at three in the morning. You can bet she would have freaked when she saw a sink full of grey biohazard water greeting her when she got ready for bed.
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