My landlord is here to clean out the trap in the clogged sink. He’s schnockered. He’s been down to the basement 3 times after his red-handled wrench. “Oscar, where’s your wrench?” If I knew where it was, I’d go get it.
I don’t understand?
The red wrench is found. I got the plug out. Now he’s looking for a new seal. “I have some. Somwhere.” Looked like it was plugged up with a piece of old hose or something. He says it’s been at least 20 years since he had that apart.
Oh joy Tom. I can relate, one place I lived many moons ago, the tub kept backing up so I snaked it and pulled out a big ol hairball of a hair curler. Who knows how long it was down there …wasn’t mine thats for sure…
We couldn’t get it back together without leaking, so the next morning I went to the hardware store and got some fresh “1 1/4 slip-joint washers.”
Got that together, and now the trap is leaking from a crack in the side. Looked fine a minute ago. Back to the hardware store.
This was a 3 trip project. Has new trap and drain pipe. Drain works better than it has since I’ve been here.
I showed him the corrosion on the old pipe. “Good thinking to replace that too,” he said.
The “red wench?”
Tom, this is a fambly site.
Oh, wassat you say? The red wRench?
Never mind.
I’ll go to my room, now.
Shut up, Rooster
