Whoosh.
He retrieved his drain auger—a twenty-five-foot hand-crank model he’d bought after the liquid cleaner fiasco. He fed the coiled steel cable into the open mouth of the standpipe. It slid in easily for the first few feet, then hit resistance. washing machine drain cleaning
It didn't back up. It swirled and vanished with a satisfying, loud gurgle . Whoosh
He pulled on his work boots and heavy rubber gloves. He unplugged the washing machine and wrestled it away from the wall, the metal feet screeching against the floor. The back of the machine was a dusty web of hoses and wires, but Elias ignored them. His target was the black, corrugated drain hose that snaked into the standpipe. washing machine drain cleaning