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Lyssie vs. the Sink of Doom: rounds one and two.
Let me set the scene for you.
Location: basement.
Players:
Lyssie (me)
The Sink of Doom (a two-sided sink that has a divider that's low enough to spill water from one side to the other)
The Plunger (guest, with a possibly recurring role)
Draino (low-down dirty, good-for-nothin' bottle)
The Barbecue Fork (it's surplus, and very long, which makes it useful for, say, poking in sinks)
Lyssie's Roomate (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nique)
Last... Actually, Thursday a week ago (or so, possibly longer, now I think about it), my roommate mentions to me that the sink was stopped up causing the washing machine to backup (it empties into the sink). She also mentioned that the side not emptied into was full of water and had a shirt in it, obviously not either of ours. Our guess was that it belonged to the guys who live downstairs (who are, in fact, guys, despite listening to electronica and disco a lot).
She wasn't sure it would go down, but was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt and stuff. But she hadn't messed with the other side of the sink at all.
Then on Saturday, I went down to do laundry and had to empty the washer of about three inches of water (this is simple, luckily. You just stick it on spin until the water has gone byebye). In doing so, I discovered the sink still wasn't working. So I brought the plunger down and got the water moving, dumped some draino down it (again) and poked around the near-empty side with the barbecue fork. I pulled a drier sheet from the drain.
I poked at the other side a little, but not really worried since, y'know, I figured the guys had something going on there.
At that point, the score was something like: Lyssie: 1.3, SoD: .7
This week has been not conducive to doing more laundry, so I didn't go back down until today. The sink was still full on the other side, not to mention there's STILL a fuckton of laundry the boys are obviously not bothering to do (lazy dicks).
Cranky, and tired of it, I pull the shirt out, dump it on the other side and poke some more with the bbq fork, checking to see there isn't anything else.
Nope, nothing. And I find the drain, and discover that it... is flat, and obviously, there's something blocking it. The plunger, despite being useful before would not be useful now.
So, giving up, I grabbed a trash bag (STANDING WATER. AT LEAST A WEEK OLD. NOT PUTTING MY ARM IN THAT NAKED, DAMMIT), and stuck my hand into the murky depths (UP TO THE BICEP). There was indeed something in the drain. A bottle cap. We are all fucking lucky it fell in there, screw-threads side UP, or there would have been NO way of getting it out short of pulling the plumbing off the bottom...
It had fallen in, obviously getting stuck from gravity, pressure, etc. I tried prying it with the bbq fork, but didn't have the right leverage for it.
So I poked around, and found this thingie with a bolt on it, and the bolt was about the right size to use. Stuck my hand back in, bolt went in, presto-change-o, cap pops up and out. I grab it and watch the sink implode as the gallons of water go bye-bye down the drain.
Once SoD was empty, I used some cleaner with bleach to stem the mold and other things growing in it. I might have accidentally sprayed laundry that wasn't mine a bit, too.
Oops.
(seriously. A week and a half. And they just LEFT their stupid shirt in there and didn't try to solve the problem.)
I need to go back down, eventually. And when I do, I need to check something. Because in typing this out, it's occured to me that I think the draino bottle had no cap.
So, current score:
Lyssie: eleventy-billion, SoD: 1.3
Location: basement.
Players:
Lyssie (me)
The Sink of Doom (a two-sided sink that has a divider that's low enough to spill water from one side to the other)
The Plunger (guest, with a possibly recurring role)
Draino (low-down dirty, good-for-nothin' bottle)
The Barbecue Fork (it's surplus, and very long, which makes it useful for, say, poking in sinks)
Lyssie's Roomate (
nique)Last... Actually, Thursday a week ago (or so, possibly longer, now I think about it), my roommate mentions to me that the sink was stopped up causing the washing machine to backup (it empties into the sink). She also mentioned that the side not emptied into was full of water and had a shirt in it, obviously not either of ours. Our guess was that it belonged to the guys who live downstairs (who are, in fact, guys, despite listening to electronica and disco a lot).
She wasn't sure it would go down, but was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt and stuff. But she hadn't messed with the other side of the sink at all.
Then on Saturday, I went down to do laundry and had to empty the washer of about three inches of water (this is simple, luckily. You just stick it on spin until the water has gone byebye). In doing so, I discovered the sink still wasn't working. So I brought the plunger down and got the water moving, dumped some draino down it (again) and poked around the near-empty side with the barbecue fork. I pulled a drier sheet from the drain.
I poked at the other side a little, but not really worried since, y'know, I figured the guys had something going on there.
At that point, the score was something like: Lyssie: 1.3, SoD: .7
This week has been not conducive to doing more laundry, so I didn't go back down until today. The sink was still full on the other side, not to mention there's STILL a fuckton of laundry the boys are obviously not bothering to do (lazy dicks).
Cranky, and tired of it, I pull the shirt out, dump it on the other side and poke some more with the bbq fork, checking to see there isn't anything else.
Nope, nothing. And I find the drain, and discover that it... is flat, and obviously, there's something blocking it. The plunger, despite being useful before would not be useful now.
So, giving up, I grabbed a trash bag (STANDING WATER. AT LEAST A WEEK OLD. NOT PUTTING MY ARM IN THAT NAKED, DAMMIT), and stuck my hand into the murky depths (UP TO THE BICEP). There was indeed something in the drain. A bottle cap. We are all fucking lucky it fell in there, screw-threads side UP, or there would have been NO way of getting it out short of pulling the plumbing off the bottom...
It had fallen in, obviously getting stuck from gravity, pressure, etc. I tried prying it with the bbq fork, but didn't have the right leverage for it.
So I poked around, and found this thingie with a bolt on it, and the bolt was about the right size to use. Stuck my hand back in, bolt went in, presto-change-o, cap pops up and out. I grab it and watch the sink implode as the gallons of water go bye-bye down the drain.
Once SoD was empty, I used some cleaner with bleach to stem the mold and other things growing in it. I might have accidentally sprayed laundry that wasn't mine a bit, too.
Oops.
(seriously. A week and a half. And they just LEFT their stupid shirt in there and didn't try to solve the problem.)
I need to go back down, eventually. And when I do, I need to check something. Because in typing this out, it's occured to me that I think the draino bottle had no cap.
So, current score:
Lyssie: eleventy-billion, SoD: 1.3
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It's a fact!
*firmnod*
men are pigs? :-p
Saw "Cousin Jimmy" and "Cousin Richie" Friday and Sunday - man, Rob's going bald in the worst way. I gave him shit at "Dead Dog" (more like a flat, non-existent Dead Dog) about how him & Dugie are scarily looking more & more alike every time I see them.
Phoenix also sends his love - he didn't compete this weekend, but went and put himself on staff for Masquerade.
The Best In Show was like the whole SLUTS core group. Larry, Ramona, Bruce & Nora, the Pettingers, the Hinterleitners.... about 15 people total in the group. they had a Carnivale theme and then went alllllllll out with the ladies dresses and then, the feather "saucers" other members of the group had attached to their backs.... really awesome display and it was just one thing after another. That was like no question, best in show.
Tis a good thing you are handy w/ household stuff, since no one else seems to be. I guess the boys in the house just think that Momma's going to take care of it magically? :-p Maybe you ought to tell them next time, you will bill them at plumber's rates ....
Okay, tea & then, sleep for me... Man, getting old sucks and I gotta lose weight so my legs don't hurt as much. :-p