About a month ago I broke our broom – yesterday that turned out to be a good thing. I took the broom handle, which is kind of like a pipe, and stuck it down into the sink’s drain. I plugged around the handle with a rubber glove and with all my windbag talents I blew. I blew like the wind itself and from below I heard a death gurgle.
This time I heard a different gurgle. So. I. Blew. Again!
This time I heard a more different gurgle followed by a muffled “What the ____?” (I couldn't hear the last word he said)
So I blew one last time and my breaths were followed by an even more different gurgle/spray followed by another vocal noise, the stomping of feet and the slamming of a door.
I looked at Emi, who witnessed all of this, and we both got a little nervous, thinking our neighbor would come try to fight us or something. Luckily no one came to our front door with a shovel or any other dangerous objects.
Emi felt bad, but I didn’t. I mean this guy is probably washing all sorts of crud down the sink that doesn’t belong there. Hey may even be a pirate. Who knows? Last time the sink was clogged by his hair so maybe a little wetness in his bathroom will teach him to not be such a… as my brother-in-law said, Douche!Because we didn't take any pictures of the event, I drew a on a Post-it Note during a meeting today.