So the bathtub drain has been kinda slow lately. Typically it drained well in the past; you flipped the thinger “down” and the water would all disappear in a reasonably good time frame. We had no complaints and ours was a relationship based on mutual respect and good feelings all around.
But lately the drain had become sluggish. The water would pool unattractively in the drain-end of the tub and only very slowly drain, leaving a nasty residue, and, inexplicably, no amount of swearing and thinly veiled threats had any effect. This left us no choice and we were forced to break out the plunger.
Thus did The Lovely Rhonda stop the drain from functioning in any capacity whatsoever. But I digress.
I did stop by and purchase a drain snake on my way home, yes I did, and I did attempt to cram it down the drain. It would not advance very far, and I felt keenly the sting of failure. I felt it keenly and then I made the phone call, and our knight in shining pickup truck did appear. You may remember him from such blog entries as this, or possibly this.
The keen sting of failure abated a bit once the inestimable siding-wallah had done battle with the drain for a while. If it was giving Kenny this kind of trouble, I never really had a chance in the first place. Never one to admit defeat, Kenny eschewed the crawl space (dirt and insulation bad for contact lenses) in favor of the more brutally satisfying cutting a hole in the wall behind the drain (conveniently located under the sink in the master half-bath that shares its wall).
You may find it yet more satisfying to imagine that he created the hole with a righteous punch of his mighty fist. I know I do.
At this point I retired to the computer because this kind of thing stresses me out, but as I understand it he removed the flux capacitor and loosened up the dilithium crystal assemblage in order to get at the energon cube.
Also, he may have disassembled the drain thingy.
Then was the snake once more introduced to the recalcitrant clog, and victory was ours — A GIGANTIC, FOOT-LONG HAIR BEAST OF EPIC DARK AUBURN PROPORTION was removed. It was a resplendent, slimy, full-bodied critter that fought removal tooth and claw, but no disgusting, foul hair clog can ever get the best of our Kenny. There was a general HUZZAH from down the hall, which is how I knew that evil had been vanquished. I dutifully admired it and then photographed it for posterity.
Also? I have no idea how that got there. *cough*