A day ago I heard the man cursing in the rear bathroom
followed by the unmistakable slosh-swoosh of the plunger.
I didn't think much about it after that...
he's a fairly handy man.
A few hours passed and the man went to work.
I stood watching myself brush my hair in the front bathroom...
to my left came the sound of burbling.
Ut-oh.
Burbling is the sound that Mr. Glug-Glug
makes to announce that he has come calling.
I lifted the lid that we keep down to discourage Roxy from drinking there.
The water was churning.
Not a rolling boil, but a tumbling activity minus any flushing.
This cannot be good.
In the morning when the man arrived home from work,
I gave him the bad news that the toilets have gone crazy.
He sighed and went to check both toilets out.
At this point, both have dropped their water levels
to nearly nil.
He flushes one and it responds in a proper manor.
Cool beans!
Thank you lord I can pee at last!
The man gets ready to sleep and visits the rear toilet...
I can hear him cursing out in the shop.
When he pokes his head out and says
"You haven't been flushing tampons have you?"
I am indignant!
"You know for over ten years I was the one who had to fix toilets..."
He holds his hand up to stave off further lecture.
I was standing in my front bathroom with a hand towel wrapped around the toilet brush... jammed into the toilet's exit hole.
The man is in the rear bathroom squishing the plunger at an insane rate.
All he gets is wet with icky waste water.
By the sound of his vocabulary,
I have finally found the event that can cause him to utterly lose his cool.
Well now...
His last words as he was leaving for work were
"You know you're a homeowner when you're the guy who has to pay the Rooter-Rooter bill."
Meanwhile the folks at Albertsons think that I have a serious
problem.
I do, but its not the kind they must think.
The next step was buying Liquid Plumber.
No... not to pour in the toilet.
I know better.
At this point, water was trying to back up into the front shower.
One dose and it's not moving much.
I'll give it another shot in about an hour.
Grumble.
If that doesn't work...
I'll be searching for the clean out on the side of the house.
It's under black berries.
Its under the ground... but there is a map.
Like I can follow a map!
It was supposed to have a nice tidy box around it,
but the man's dad died and his mom didn't know what to do with it.
So she buried it and put a flag on it.
The cable guy needed to connect to something out there and
even though she asked him to be careful of the flag...
he removed it and forgot where it went.
I want to run the washing machine.
I want to take a shower.
I'd love to use my toilet.
I am really hoping that a second dose of drain cleaner
will the trick.
Oh boy.
