The Sinkhole: Part Two

The story thus far:

Monday

Two pens where left in the laundry sink at the moment of wastewater running from the washer. They subsequently spiralled down the piping.

Tuesday

Half-hour was spent fishing out the pens with a kebab-esque poker. The fine red Pilot was rescued. The blue medium Bic remained.

Wednesday:

To improve visibility, lather from toothpaste was used to illuminate murky depths. Rescued unexpectedly was a blue medium Pilot.

The story continues...

During Operation: Plunger I distinctly remember both the red Pilot and blue Bic going down nibs up. Freaking me out was the fact that I was trying to fish out a pen that was nib down. Turns out it was the one I had left there five or so months ago.

Oh, I could have gone under the sink and pulled the pipes apart, leaving the floor a stinking wet mess, sudsing up the granules of detergent and all while no-one was looking - already did that, five months ago. This was a new adventure that I just had to experience.

Slimegazing into the sink for minutes at an end drives you nuts. A dripping tap doesn't aid the situation either. Every time the pen was nearing the sweet sight of daylight, slip, it would go back down. A deft dance between the poker and the tweezers, after numerous attempts, rescues the sad little pen, forgotten and neglected in a pipe for five months.

Forgot to smell the pens.

Soon Van

Friday, 20 April 2001 - 03:32

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