"Why not go monkeying around with my girlfriend's sink plumbing?" I asked myself. "What could go wrong?" In the literary world, this is known as "foreshadowing."
The pipe connecting the sink to the wall is made of PVC, so I unscrewed it by hand. I cleaned out the pipe and reinstalled it.
When I turned on the water, water poured out at an alarming rate. Then I saw the culprit: there were no threads from the pipe to the sink. It only worked before because the previous plumber had rigged the sink so the pipe and the rubber ring were glued to the drain. The glue wasn’t holding, and water was filling up my drain bucket.
"Do you have a responsive landlord?" I asked ES, who was had been in bed for the last 20 minutes.
"What did you do?"
"I unclogged the drain," I said. "And that sink would’ve broken eventually anyway."
"This is like something from a sitcom," she said.