When I did the dishes, the drain seemed a little slow, but it did drain, and I left a pot and a glass in. The sink was empty. I sat down to watch some telly.
Less than an hour later, I heard the distinct sound of water spilling. "Could't be me, " I thought.
Well, it persisted, and when I got up to investigate, I saw that my tiny little kitchen sink was pouring water all over my nice hardwood floors.
I didn't quite panic. I cussed a lot but had the presence of mind to check the faucet (not leaking) and start pulling water out in pans. The water level went down a bit and I started making phone calls.
Then it started pouring again. I dupmed more water and got more towels. While doing so, I noticed water frothing in the middle - it was coming up through the drain.
*That* was closer to a panic moment. It subsided - the water that is - and the super called. Ten minutes later he was up here.
Apparently the woman below me had the same complaint, and apparently this means that the drain from the building to the street is clogged, and so water backs up into the lower apartments first.
He's had two floors above me agree not to use their sinks. No one is home in the other two. We're on for 2 AM tomorrow morning.
Hopefully nothing more will spill out the sink. I've got it mostly drained and a tight cap on.
Adrenaline pumping and just an hour out from bedtime. Oy.
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