Fuck.
I would have to say tonight started sucking ass about two hours ago.
A friend of ours was over, using the bathroom, and the toilet clogged. Shit. We don't have a plunger. Friend says she has to go, urgent morning obligation, etc etc. So she leaves, roommate and I head to Freddie's for a plunger and some wine.
We get back home, start plunging to no avail, to find we may have gotten the wrong kind of plunger. I call Noah, who says yes he has a plunger, you can come and get it. Fuck that, I'm not driving to SE portland for a plunger. So I call my sister (who lives with my parents). Conversation goes as such:
Me: Hey, Ally, can you do me a favor and check something for me?
Ally: uh.. what?
Me: Can you just go in the bathroom real quick and check the plunger for me?
Ally: uh.. okay
Me: Okay thanks..
minute wait or so
Me: Ally?
Ally: What?
Me: Did you check the plunger?
Ally: No.. I'm stretching.
Me: What? can you just go check the plunger, it'll take you just a minute!
Ally: stop yelling!
Me: I'm not yelling.. can you please just go check?
Ally: Okay.
another minute wait
Me: Ally?
Ally: What do you want? I'm sleeping.
Me: I thought you were checking the plunger.
Ally: stop yelling at me!
Me: I'm not yelling! (I wasn't)
Ally: bye [hangs up]
Wtf. So I call my parents house, stepdad answers, I explain issue and get upset about the fact that Allyson is absolutely no help at all, to anybody, ever. She's seventeen, she needs to contribute to the family in SOME form. He scolds me, saying that she's sleeping (really? because I was just talking to her) and says he'll put the plunger outside.
So I go get the plunger, get back home AND IT STILL DOESN'T WORK. Ugh.
So I have to call the landlord tomorrow and see what she can do and hope she doesn't try to charge us $100/hr to have someone come look at it because this toilet has never worked properly. Fuck.
Fuck.
A friend of ours was over, using the bathroom, and the toilet clogged. Shit. We don't have a plunger. Friend says she has to go, urgent morning obligation, etc etc. So she leaves, roommate and I head to Freddie's for a plunger and some wine.
We get back home, start plunging to no avail, to find we may have gotten the wrong kind of plunger. I call Noah, who says yes he has a plunger, you can come and get it. Fuck that, I'm not driving to SE portland for a plunger. So I call my sister (who lives with my parents). Conversation goes as such:
Me: Hey, Ally, can you do me a favor and check something for me?
Ally: uh.. what?
Me: Can you just go in the bathroom real quick and check the plunger for me?
Ally: uh.. okay
Me: Okay thanks..
minute wait or so
Me: Ally?
Ally: What?
Me: Did you check the plunger?
Ally: No.. I'm stretching.
Me: What? can you just go check the plunger, it'll take you just a minute!
Ally: stop yelling!
Me: I'm not yelling.. can you please just go check?
Ally: Okay.
another minute wait
Me: Ally?
Ally: What do you want? I'm sleeping.
Me: I thought you were checking the plunger.
Ally: stop yelling at me!
Me: I'm not yelling! (I wasn't)
Ally: bye [hangs up]
Wtf. So I call my parents house, stepdad answers, I explain issue and get upset about the fact that Allyson is absolutely no help at all, to anybody, ever. She's seventeen, she needs to contribute to the family in SOME form. He scolds me, saying that she's sleeping (really? because I was just talking to her) and says he'll put the plunger outside.
So I go get the plunger, get back home AND IT STILL DOESN'T WORK. Ugh.
So I have to call the landlord tomorrow and see what she can do and hope she doesn't try to charge us $100/hr to have someone come look at it because this toilet has never worked properly. Fuck.
Fuck.