I'm glad we were home. O.o;
Jul. 5th, 2014 04:01 pmSo we're packing up to head out for calories (whether grocery form or restaurant form), when several people remark "Holy shit!" and Zach starts scrambling for the kitchen.
Our sink was Erupting. White, chlorine-smelling foam, frothing over the confines of the sink and going for the floor. Zach got the kitchen stopper in place, now elbows-plus deep in Foam and working on his ankles.
(There was some bailing, for obvious reasons. I used the tub, because biggest receptacle, and the biggest of the mixing bowls.)
Our current theory is that someone on one of the floors above us put dish-soap liquid in their dishwasher.
Because foam Erupted from our kitchen sink to the point that it hit the ceiling.
No, seriously.
More pics available if anyone likes, though I didn't realise posterity was calling until I looked up and realised there was foam on the ceiling, so had already mopped up the floor and the lower cabinets, the counter, and splashed water around in the tub and the sinks.
Well played, water gods.
Our sink was Erupting. White, chlorine-smelling foam, frothing over the confines of the sink and going for the floor. Zach got the kitchen stopper in place, now elbows-plus deep in Foam and working on his ankles.
(There was some bailing, for obvious reasons. I used the tub, because biggest receptacle, and the biggest of the mixing bowls.)
Our current theory is that someone on one of the floors above us put dish-soap liquid in their dishwasher.
Because foam Erupted from our kitchen sink to the point that it hit the ceiling.
No, seriously.
More pics available if anyone likes, though I didn't realise posterity was calling until I looked up and realised there was foam on the ceiling, so had already mopped up the floor and the lower cabinets, the counter, and splashed water around in the tub and the sinks.
Well played, water gods.