“Noted,” Leo said, wringing out his soaked shirt. “What’s the next lesson? Unclogging a shower with a coat hanger?”
On the third pump, there was a deep, wet BOOM from the pipes. The water in the left basin—the one without the disposal—began to churn like a witch’s cauldron. Then, with a soggy pop , it erupted. A geyser of grey, onion-scented water shot three feet into the air, directly into Leo’s open mouth. can i plunge a sink
You stood over it, arms crossed, asking the empty room: Can I plunge a sink? “Noted,” Leo said, wringing out his soaked shirt