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Jan. 24th, 2005 07:40 pmFor someone who lives alone, I seem to go through bags of nachos at an unreasonably fast pace.
Just as I was taking my boots off, the phone rang. 'Twas the plumber to tell me he'd be over shortly and shortly over he was, arriving not ten minutes later. He messed around under the sink for a while with some sort of drill before finally asking me for some salt. I handed him my box of (not Sifto, sadly) table salt. Then he showed me where to add more because he was pretty sure the pipes were simply frozen, and who knew how much salt it would take?
Just as I was taking my boots off, the phone rang. 'Twas the plumber to tell me he'd be over shortly and shortly over he was, arriving not ten minutes later. He messed around under the sink for a while with some sort of drill before finally asking me for some salt. I handed him my box of (not Sifto, sadly) table salt. Then he showed me where to add more because he was pretty sure the pipes were simply frozen, and who knew how much salt it would take?
