Plumbing

This happened.

 

Property management handy man came out. It wasn't quite this bad, yet. Out of his area of expertise, more experienced persons are needed.

 

Later as the Gentlewoman from Wyoming was eagerly anticipating the 14th vote for Speaker of the House, she heard plunging from a neighboring apartment. Plunging as in toilet plunger to the sink. She walks into her kitchen and the sink is half full of no telling what. As the plunging had stopped, she hoped against hope that the sink would drain. It did not. Later plunging began again. She walks in the kitchen to see the photo you are now viewing. Running downstairs with her flashlight in one hand and Maggie Rose in the other, she knocks on neighbor's door, asks him if he's plunging his sink. Yes, he is.

 

"Please hold off on the plunging for a bit, my sink is about to overflow."

 

He's kind, stops plunging.

 

(Don't get me started, gentlewoman or gentlelady, both were used Friday night. I Googled. Rabbit holes I tell you, no definitive answer. Research redundancies aside, can the author of this piece ever be considered gentle anything? I guess it sounds better than, "We yield to the gentle bull in the china shop from Wyoming.")

 

Today property management was able to track down a plumber willing to come out on Saturday. He was nice, though he told Gentlewoman repeatedly to think logically about this clog ...

 

Gentlewoman doesn't possess a penis and thus lacks the ability to think logically about clogged plumbing. Never mind she's lived in this house seven years, and the last time a plumber was out he was very clear concerning the convoluted nature of plumbing in said house. Let's call it atypical plumbing.

 

In the end, lard like substances were removed in abundance from pipes. Neighbor had been pouring grease down the sink.

 

Additionally, plumber tells Gentlewoman, "Plumbing in this house makes absolutely no sense," admitting, though Gentlewoman lacks male anatomy, the heads up she gave him indeed proved true.

 

(It doesn't take much to remind me how grateful I am for small things, working plumbing being one.)