Let me tell you about my friend Mike in Bloomfield. Last Thanksgiving, while hosting twenty family members, his kitchen sink decided it had finally had enough of being ignored. The slow drain that had been “on his list” for months chose the worst possible moment—right as Aunt Carol was rinsing the turkey platter—to completely give up. The backup sent turkey grease-laden water cascading across his recently refinished hardwood floors, causing $7,800 in damage and forcing…
Let me tell you about Bob from West Orange. Last Sunday, he decided his slow bathroom drain needed “the works.” First came the boiling water. Then the baking soda and vinegar volcano experiment. When that failed, he dumped in enough chemical drain cleaner to dissolve a small car. Twenty minutes later, I’m at his house staring at what used to be a perfectly good PVC pipe, now resembling modern art. “I thought more would work…