Hey, here’s a handy hint, leading to a MAJOR rant … do NOT pour pasta sauce down your kitchen sink!
Yesterday was recycling day and I thought it was about time I threw out the expired jars of pasta sauce I had been hoardinrg. I thought about just throwing them in the garbage, but being a good pup (specifically, a Very Good Boy™ ) I thought I should empty the contents into the sink and recycle the jars. Big mistake.
Big, BIG mistake!
It resulted in the worst plumbing disaster I’ve ever experienced. First, the sink got completely stopped up with whatever crap was in the sauce (ground mushrooms and sausage, which I would have expected to just go down the drain). Then, my attempts to unstop the sink with drain cleaner somehow caused the joints in the drainpipes to start leaking.
Someone in some earlier thread said that his dad was a plumber and advised against the use of such stuff. I guess he was right. It’s always worked for me and quickly removed any blockage but this time it didn’t work. I guess this time there was too much blockage, and the problem was that it just sat there too long eating away at the pipe joints.
The whole thing was, in short, an unmitigated disaster. A sink that was stopped up but managed to releaase just enough water to flood the cupboard underneath and drip along the pipes into the basement. I not only couldn’t run the dishwasher, I couldn’t wash anything in the sink, either. My entire kitchen was out of service.
I called the Ukrainian handyman brothers who earlier had put up my fallen eavestrough and who each drive a much nicer car than mine. Their work was not cheap but the quality was excellent!
I couldn’t bear to watch them work on my plumbing and went upstairs to the sound of a great deal of thumping and the whirring of power tools. Eventually I couldn’t resist coming down to the basement where they were working away, and one of them showed me a picture on his phone of how far down the pipes were clogged.
In the end, the entire plumbing system from the sink to the outside had to be rebuilt.
I just paid their bill through Interac. Let’s just say that my Very Good Boy™ bit of do-gooding cost me nearly a thousand dollars. I actually expected it to be more. The Ukrainian brothers undoubtedly deserved it – they were here nattering in Ukrainian for nearly two hours and eventually fixed up this abominable mess and even cleaned everything up.
Lesson learned! And I now have a reliable all-purpose handyman that I can, and will, call on in the future!
The only problem I have with them is that both brothers sport thick black beards, and I cannot tell them apart. 