It happened on a Tuesday. A innocent-looking wad of "flushable" wipes (never trust that label) and an overzealous toilet paper avalanche created the perfect storm. After the second flush, the water didn't go down. It rose. And rose. And gently kissed the rim.
"Okay," Marco whispered, grabbing a plunger like a knight unsheathing a sword. plumber clogged toilet cost
Marco Googled "plumber near me" and called the first number with a 5-star rating. A cheerful dispatcher named Darlene promised someone would arrive within the hour. It happened on a Tuesday