In alt.home.repair, on Sat, 20 Nov 2021 13:09:16 -0500,
>>>> Warning - the stuff that clogs drains is disgusting -
>>>> it's not my fault.
>>A girl I knew asked me to fix her drain. It was disgusting but she
>>noticed and specifically mentioned that when she effusively thanked me.
>>I don't think I had to touch it and merely looking at it didn't bother
>>>I don't want to know what the black goo is made of, I just want it to go
>>No black goo that time.
>>My own drains have never clogged in 50 years** except the toilet once,
>>and quick plunger took care fo that.
>>**And probably not the 18 I lived at home.
>That is a good use for that box of nitrile gloves you are hoarding
>since covid started. I usually wear rubber gloves when I am cleaning
>out old wax rings too.
Heck, i've been hoarding them since 2008. That's when I was in the
hospital for a few days and when I left the nurses gave me some medidcal
supplies I would need when I got home**, plus all my partly-used medical
supplies, including a box of 150 gloves. They'd only used 4 to 10 of
them, so I got 140+. I would think they'd just use them for the next
patient, and by giving them to me, I had to pay for the whole box, but I
wasn't in the mood to argue.
I'm really not hoarding them. I use them when I remember and think my
hands might get dirty, but I almost never think of it.
The girl with the sink was long before then. The crud from the sink is
disgusting but it washes right off. No need for gloves which make my
hands sweat sometimes.
**I had a hole in my belly the same shape and literally as big as a
large spool of thread, an inch in diameter and more than an inch deep,
and shaped like a spool of thread. With a flat bottom and square
corners. I wonder what was at the bottom. It was red, not cream colored
like i'd expect fat to me.
And I had to pour some chemical on two gauze pads and stuff them in the
hole, every day or two iirc, for weeks as the hole slowly closed. It
was bright red inside, like blood, but no bleeding! Then I started
running out of the chemical and I called a dozen pharmacies and no one
had it. Not even the pharmacy at the hospital where it was given to me.
Finally one far away did, and I said, Can you mark it for me so you
don't sell it before I get there, and she said, "No one is going to buy
this." Someone had ordered it months or years earlier and never picked
it up and no one else wanted it. But I made what I had do, didn't use
more than needed, and I didn't buy more after all.