Suddenly, a faint glug echoed. The water line shivered and then—with the grace of a retreating tide—it vanished. A quick flush confirmed my victory. I was a plumber; I was a wizard; I was finally going to bed.
I poured the hot water in from waist height to add some pressure. Then, I waited. For fifteen minutes, I sat on the edge of the tub, praying to the gods of surface tension. how to fix a blocked toilet without a plunger
It was 11:45 PM on a Tuesday, and I was staring into the ceramic abyss of my bathroom floor. My roommate’s "world-famous" five-alarm chili had officially declared war on my plumbing, and I didn't own a plunger. Suddenly, a faint glug echoed