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If the clog is stubborn, try adding coarse salt to the mix. Salt acts as a more aggressive abrasive. Mix ½ cup baking soda with ½ cup salt and pour it down the drain, followed by the vinegar. The salt helps scour the insides of the pipes.
But her phone was dead, her landlord was “on vacation,” and she was supposed to host a book club meeting in eighteen hours. Her living room already smelled faintly of old brie and anxiety. She couldn’t add “eau de swamp” to the mix.
It was a Tuesday night, the kind that folds in on itself like wet cardboard. Lena stood in a half-inch of murky, tepid water that had decided, quite firmly, not to go down the shower drain. The water had the smug, grey quality of a puddle that knew it had won.
The next night, her book club read a chapter on pioneer remedies. Lena served brie and crackers, but she also set out a little bowl of baking soda on the coffee table with a note tucked underneath.
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If the clog is stubborn, try adding coarse salt to the mix. Salt acts as a more aggressive abrasive. Mix ½ cup baking soda with ½ cup salt and pour it down the drain, followed by the vinegar. The salt helps scour the insides of the pipes.
But her phone was dead, her landlord was “on vacation,” and she was supposed to host a book club meeting in eighteen hours. Her living room already smelled faintly of old brie and anxiety. She couldn’t add “eau de swamp” to the mix.
It was a Tuesday night, the kind that folds in on itself like wet cardboard. Lena stood in a half-inch of murky, tepid water that had decided, quite firmly, not to go down the shower drain. The water had the smug, grey quality of a puddle that knew it had won.
The next night, her book club read a chapter on pioneer remedies. Lena served brie and crackers, but she also set out a little bowl of baking soda on the coffee table with a note tucked underneath.