The first time my kitchen sink clogged, I did what any rational person would do: panicked, then drove to the hardware store at 9 PM. Twenty minutes later, I was pouring a neon blue liquid down my drain with the confidence of someone who clearly had everything under control. By midnight, my sink was draining again. Victory! Three weeks later, when the clog returned with a vengeance, I realized I’d made a rookie mistake that…
The night my downstairs bathroom decided to stage a rebellion is etched into my memory with painful clarity. I’d ignored the warning signs for weeks – the subtle gurgle when I brushed my teeth, that faint sewage smell I convinced myself was just my imagination. “I’ll get to it next weekend,” became my mantra until 3 AM on a Tuesday when I woke to the unmistakable sound of water where water shouldn’t be. Standing ankle-deep…