Bob's Been Cured


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Published: June 16th 2017
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All night long we worried about it, not knowing the other one was awake worrying too.

The bathroom sink wouldn't drain--or rather, drained verrrry slowly, like took 10 minutes or so. So, Bob, being Bob, put on his fixit hat and went to work. Translating badly, we figured we'd pour the sobre (envelope) down the pilota (pilot?), add water, leave for the night and repeat every 30 days--should the pilot live that long.

There was no picture on the box so he wasn't really sure that was what he wanted anyway, but pretty sure. Sure enough to pour it down a stopped up drain in a country where he couldn't speak the language or read the directions or have ANY tools.

We're up 3 and 4 times in the night EACH and the thing's not drained. Still brown and yukky and glaring at us in the bottom of the sink.

Nala's here taking care of Mateo while Andrea's gone to visit friends, and she gets up to use the bathroom and I'm up outta bed in a flash, OH Nala--no tocar (Don't touch)! El agua no bajo. or something idiotic like that. The woman's hiding behind the door with an arm over herself because she's obviously not wearing much and this innane americana is babbling on and on and on hysterically.

How do you say "sewer snake?" I'm trying to say stuff in my head like drain? No, don't know that word. Pipe? Nope, not that one either. How about twisty long metal thing that pushes? Oh dear. Because you see, now it appeard to be REALLY stopped up. Before it drained slowly and now--it's been all night long and it's not gone down nada.

But this morning Bob took after it with a hanger and a prayer and all is well. He claims he's not doing anymore little fixits around here though. Das es alles. Finito. Done.

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25th January 2010

You may think he's cured... but we all know that "fixing things" is in his genes... Youre in for a bumpy ride !
25th January 2010

Oh, he'd be under the sinks working on faucets, in the rafters rewiring, putting up cabinets, painting--there's no end. But he has NO TOOLS. Imagine Bob without tools!

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