Today, the toilet got stopped up. This might distress most people, but I was secretly pleased because at-home plumbing is one of my particular interests, and as we know from my experience with bedbugs, I'm not nearly as revolted by things as I ought to be. Having grown up in a house with, to put it kindly, indifferent plumbing, we all became adept in the ways of jerry-rigging, rube goldbberg mechanisms, and the anatomy of a toilet. "I got this," I told Slim confidently. And, sure enough, an hour later, having gone to work with a coat hanger and a kettle of boiling water and a number of other things, I had the immense satisfaction of seeing the water rush from the bowl like souls fleeing devils' pitchforks in some Medieval judgment day fresco.
Hip hip hurrah!
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I live in New Orleans- which is, among other things, a city of indifferent plumbing. I've found that a liberal squirt of dish soap and a wait of about 15 minutes unclogs my toilet every time it backs up.
Thank you! What I read is not to use dish soap if one lives in an apartment, which seems dubious...why? Cartoonish rivers of soap suds cascading down the stairs or through the ceilings?
I feel precisely the same way about moving furniture that's far too big and too heavy for me, and it is likewise a hereditary trait.
Interesting...I don't know. I've always lived in old large houses that were divided up into 2 to 4 apartments (standard rental housing in uptown New Orleans) and I've never had a problem. But maybe the advice refers to larger buildings? The soap does foam up amusingly when you flush the toilet.
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