I have great respect for plumbers, but I still try to fix things on my own. That is where I am foolish. But one problem I have is that plumbing problems seem to show up at night for me. My nemesis, the upstairs toilet, wouldn’t shut off the other night. I fixed it temporarily and got back to it on the weekend, but it clogged itself up last night. I was taking care of some BUSINESS before I went to sleep and I thought it would overflow. I still had to scramble to find the plunger and then use the plunger on an already occupied toilet bowl. Ick, ick, ick.
I remember finding most of the water pipe leaks in the basement at night, and the bathtub drain finally completely clogged up when I was taking a shower just before I went to bed, after going to the gym. Like Earl (my buddy Greg’s brother-in-law) says, “It’ll never happen when your bonus check comes in. You might as well fix it now.”
According to the notice in the elevator in my building, some genius has been flushing cat litter down the toilet, which then expanded and hardened into a rock-hard mass. They had to cut into the pipe to remove the blockage… twice. Fortunately, I’m in a different apartment line. >:)