Clogged sink
Hey yaars,
In the 20+ years I've lived in my apartment building, we've NEVER had a sink clog we couldn't fix. Be it my dad using his plunger, or my mom using some drano, we had it covered. Of course, Karma decides to throw us a curve and I could not (for the life of me!) get the most recent clog out. That was on Sunday.
My moms talked to the super who was SUPPOSE to call the building's contracted plumber the next morning. I guess he didn't deem it as important, as it was still clogged 2 days later at dinner time. My mom had to fight with the super, airing out all sorts of grievances to get her sink fixed (I think she was tortured with not being able to clean - something most mom's love!). My personal favourite is when she quibbed that management is very quick to cash her monthly cheques she drops off but takes forever to respond to a note that involves actual work. Suffice to say, the plumber was here within 2 hours, to do a 10 minute job.
The plumber's always been a pretty decent guy with us. My pops offered him some food and drink when he started working in our building years ago and he was always grateful for that. Evidently my pops had a few long an interesting chats about Czechoslovakia and Pakistan with him back in the day. Anyhow, he gave his personal card and said we should give him a ring for emergencies. Though we'd have to pay out of our pocket...
My mom has come to the conclusion that if anything like this ever happens again, she's calling him privately, and billing the building afterwards. I have to admit, now I understand why people like getting me riled up, as us Rathore's seem to have a way of being entertaining whilst ired.
Thought I'd mention this mini blurb just to give whatever readers I have left a laugh. I sure as hell needed it after a long few days!
In the 20+ years I've lived in my apartment building, we've NEVER had a sink clog we couldn't fix. Be it my dad using his plunger, or my mom using some drano, we had it covered. Of course, Karma decides to throw us a curve and I could not (for the life of me!) get the most recent clog out. That was on Sunday.
My moms talked to the super who was SUPPOSE to call the building's contracted plumber the next morning. I guess he didn't deem it as important, as it was still clogged 2 days later at dinner time. My mom had to fight with the super, airing out all sorts of grievances to get her sink fixed (I think she was tortured with not being able to clean - something most mom's love!). My personal favourite is when she quibbed that management is very quick to cash her monthly cheques she drops off but takes forever to respond to a note that involves actual work. Suffice to say, the plumber was here within 2 hours, to do a 10 minute job.
The plumber's always been a pretty decent guy with us. My pops offered him some food and drink when he started working in our building years ago and he was always grateful for that. Evidently my pops had a few long an interesting chats about Czechoslovakia and Pakistan with him back in the day. Anyhow, he gave his personal card and said we should give him a ring for emergencies. Though we'd have to pay out of our pocket...
My mom has come to the conclusion that if anything like this ever happens again, she's calling him privately, and billing the building afterwards. I have to admit, now I understand why people like getting me riled up, as us Rathore's seem to have a way of being entertaining whilst ired.
Thought I'd mention this mini blurb just to give whatever readers I have left a laugh. I sure as hell needed it after a long few days!
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