When we arrived home from Chicago Patrick informed me that the bath tub was not draining well at all.
He had tried Drano and even tried to poke things down the drain to make it flow.
On Wednesday evening he said, "Call the Man." (name that show)
So yesterday morning I called the man.
A young, tall, plumber stopped by to check it out.
The young tall plumber has been here before.
He is very quiet. Too quiet.
He is the kind of quiet that says...don't talk to me.
So I didn't.
He went straight upstairs to see about the bath tub.
I heard him turning water on and off.
I heard a loud drill sound.
For 45 minutes.
I heard him go outside four times.
I heard him come back in.
For what I don't know.
But the drilling commenced.
And finally the water ran....and ran and ran.
I could hear it slosh down the drain in the wall.
Then the quiet plumber came down the stairs, went outside and came back in to mumble goodbye.
I said, lamely, "That took a long time."
He said, "Extraordinary hairball." Turned and left.
I find that both gross and hilarious.
p.s. no picture