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CLOG DANCE

Our kitchen drain clogged today.

Just like that. Clogged.

First the fear. This will never get fixed. This will never get fixed today, it is noon. This is going to involve the street sewer lines, tree roots. Christ!

But, as it turns out, we called the plumber through our Warranty service bought last year with the new house. He was here in less than two hours and cleaned it out in about five minutes.

Banana skins in the pipe just under the disposal before the trap.

Common.

When we got the new disposal we thought it would take everything. Not so, says the plumber.

It will not take husks and big skins or rice (it clumps qnd swells) and never potato peelings.

His patter. "My grandma never had drain trouble. She didn't have a disposal. She just threw the peelings out."

Well, I don't mind that if we are going to send the trash out soon. I am used to it actually. When we had a septic tank I didn't put any garbage in the disposall. Just little shit.

So. Here we are again.

We are not going to continue the warranty service. Five hundred a year and 55 dollar deductible on each call. I will bite the bullet and go for the other way. Call when needed. We have warranties on anything new. Worse case is a new water heater or something.

I mostly don't believe in warranties. And besides, this guy was good. I took his card.

His name is Spanky. No shit. "Let "our gang" help you with your plumbing problem". But I don't think there is a gang. Just Spanky himself.

Spanky was probably cute twenty years ago. So was I. Sort of. But now he is a great big boy. But he was nice to talk to, no bullshit and strong as a bull with the wrench.

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