"Grab a flashlight," she commanded.
"Your plunger is too old," she said, tapping the stiff rubber. "It’s lost its seal. And you’re probably pushing too hard on the downstroke. You want to pull the clog out, not ram it deeper." plunging a sink
Elias retreated to the kitchen, returning armed with a bottle of heavy-duty drain cleaner—liquid fire in a plastic flask. He poured the recommended dose, watching the blue syrup cut through the standing water. He waited. The label promised a "foaming action" that would dissolve hair, soap scum, and grease. "Grab a flashlight," she commanded