This weekend my roommates and I experienced one of the worst things that can happen to one’s kitchen: a clogged sink. Actually, “experienced” is the wrong tense–we are still experiencing this horror.
I would liken a clogged sink to a natural disaster. Think about how often you use your kitchen. Even if you go out to eat, you still use plates and cups and silverware a good bit, and if you cook food, you use pots and pans and spatulas and bowls. The kitchen is a central place in the home, and a clogged sink throws the entire house slightly off kilter.
Saturday and Sunday we tried several forms of Drano and super-intense-heavy-duty-drano-ish substances. Monday morning it was decided that a test run was in order, so someone started the dishwasher. The dishwasher accordingly filled up with water and swished it around and did whatever dishwashers do to clean kitchenware. The trouble came when the water needed to drain so the contents could dry. The water had to go somewhere, and the pipes were apparently not an option, so the next best option was the kitchen floor. Ah the joy of stumbling into the kitchen on a Monday morning to find water dripping from the front of one’s appliances.
Apparently all our efforts of the night before did nothing to solve the problem. Whatever is in our pipes scoffs at our chemicals and seems resolute in its decision to remain in our plumbing.
Meanwhile, the rest of the kitchen is a mess. Dishes are piled high, and the cabinets are nearly emptied of dishes and silverware. Without the ability to wash them in the sink or dishwasher, we are severely handicapped, giving the room a distinctive disaster feel. It is amazing how quickly a room goes from clean to chaotic. I pray the plumber makes an appearance in short order.
