I wasn’t sure what i should do when the kitchen refused to empty.
I had the plunger in hand and was furiously plunging the water that was just splashing back on me.
I called upstairs to my mom and told her the kitchen drain was blocked, and we needed a plumber. She wasn’t in the mood for stupidity and told me to just call a plumber. I didn’t need her to do everything for me. I had no idea why she was mad. I had never had to deal with making these types of decisions before. I looked on the refrigerator for the number for the emergency plumber services. When I made the phone call, I wasn’t sure what to say. I told them who I was and where I lived and said the kitchen drain wasn’t draining. There was water coming out of the bottom of the drain pipe and I needed help. Mom was getting ready for a dinner party she was hosting for my dad’s boss. She couldn’t take care of everything, and I was on my own. The woman who answered the phone asked me if it was an emergency. I almost told her I needed an emergency plumber to fix the drain before mom went ballistic, but I simply said yes. Fifteen minutes later, a plumber was knocking on the door. I was glad I could get the plumber to the house so quickly, so my mom wasn’t given any more reason to stress about the dinner party. An hour later the kitchen drain had been snaked, the plumber was paid, and it was dinner party time.