I was getting ready to leave earlier for a bike ride and a stop at the record store and coffee shop, when my landlord knocked on my door asking if I'd had any problems with my kitchen sink. I tell him no, not since a month or two ago. He leaves. I walk in the kitchen, and my sink has standing water. Plunger doesn't help, so I ring him up and tell him that yes there is a problem. If he'd bothered to tell me why he was asking I might have checked while he was at the door. Anyway, upstairs neighbor had a problem too. Long story short, we had to open the pipes under my sink, drained the water into a bucket, then he did something else that basically flooded my kitchen. Being that I have a trash disposal, there were bits of food all over the place. So he eventually got everthing unclogged and put back together, and helped me clean up. It just sucks that it took up over an hour of my time when I had finally decided to get out of the house and enjoy the weather. I still ended up leaving, but it was a rushed ride to the record store and back, not as relaxing as I'd intended.
Oh and I got a haircut earlier in the afternoon.
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