The sink drain was acting up for a while now and Susie was having bad dreams about it.
She lives on the top floor of this flat, in her dream she her kitchen is flooded and goes through each floor of the flat.
Drowning people and pets, and damaging all their belongings.
Then she wakes up in that very dream and notices nothing until she gets to her kitchen to make some coffee.
She sees the water has flooded the kitchen floor and water is shooting from the pipes on the wall near the sink.
That moment her front door is kicked in and it’s the police and angry neighbors ready to pitchfork her.
Today is her day off and she looks for a plumber in the yellow pages.
She picks a random one from the page, which seemed like a nice ad
“Got a leak? Let Carlos take a peak!”
After calling the number the plumber tells her he will be there at 10.
She cleans up her kitchen and before she knows it was already 10 her doorbell rings.
She opens the door and standing in front of her is a middle aged man in a stereotype repairman outfit with on his chest a small logo of himself in a stereotype repairman outfit.
He is holding a big toolbox and in his other hand he is holding a toilet plunger which rests on his shoulder.
“Good! Morning!” He cheerfully says through his big coffee yellow smile.
“H.. Hi.” Susie replies.
“Come on in Carlos the problem is the kitchen sink and the tap is runny, can I call you Carlos?”
Carlos steps inside and she closes the door behind him.
“Sure lady, that’s my name.” He tells her while he walks into the kitchen.
Susie walks up to the sink and explains “This is the trouble maker, I was hoping you could fix it from leaking.”
“And something is making it drain really slow.” She adds.
“I will have a look, don’t you worry I can fix anything.” He tells her while he puts his toolbox on the ground.
He opens his toolbox and takes out a small radio and puts it on the kitchen table and flips it on.
The tape inside begins to spin and an old tune starts to play while he opens the small doors that hide the sink.
He puts his toolbox next to it and picks some tools out of it and gets on his back.
He crawls under the sink which has never seemed that deep to Susie.
“This is one long intro, when does the singing start?” She asks Carlos.
“Something here inside cannot be denied.” Carlos sings.
Susie is leaning against the kitchen table looking at Carlos his shoes wiggling along with the tune.
“Oh, when your heart’s on fire.”
The sink makes his voice a bit hollow sounding.
Susie is becoming bored and her mind begins to wonder along with the tune.
“To think they could doubt my love”
His voice starts to travel down the pipes to each of the floors in the flat.
Below her lives an elderly lady that is probably knitting a sweater for her grandson when she suddenly hears Carlos sing a song she remembers.
“Yet today my love has flown away.”
His voice continues to travel through the pipes and reaches the young vegan couple below her making breakfast.
They are having a fight about what vegetables are okay and which are not.
Because it might be possible the bugs that got killed made an animal starve to death.
“I am without my love.”
His voice continues to travel down the pipes all the way down to the gay couple below them.
“Oh, so I smile and say.”
One of them is sitting at the kitchen table eating only the pink cheerios in his bowl.
The other one is complaining to him about it, hoping his lover would stop being so standard gay.
Carlos voices continues its way down to the kitchen of the single mother with two kids.
Twins to be precise, a boy and a girl and a Labrador, if she could keep a man it would have been a near perfect family.
The single mom has to pay a lot of attention to her kids because they almost always mirror each others actions.
And each morning she had to stop her son from rolling all the toilet paper around the dog.
When she had done so and unwrapped the dog, she goes back to make breakfast for her kids.
Her daughter would do the same thing over again.
“When a lovely flame dies.”
The IT guy on the first floor gets woken up by Carlos his singing.
After a night of programming AI pornstar chat bots he needed his sleep so he turns to his other side with a pillow pressed against the side of his head.
“Smoke gets in your eyes.”
She wonders if the vibrations of his singing could travel through the sewers of the town and people sitting on their toilets would hear his singing.
She laughs, they might think there’s a little singing leprechaun living in their asshole.
“Found your problem!” Carlos shouts with a pinch of joy.
She is barely able to see his face underneath the sink but he is holding up a wet dripping bundle of cigarette buds and nail clippings.
She doesn’t know what to say, but remembers how this would have happened.
For a long time now she has been hiding the fact she is smoking again, from her boyfriend.
At night she sits on the kitchen top with her feet in the sink, looking and smoking out of the window.
Sometimes while clipping her toenails and because of her paranoia she did not want to throw the buds out of the window because of the dangers of fire.
She was not able to predict the drain would get stuffed and the danger of the runny tap.
“Smoke gets in your eyes.” Carlos sings, at the same time the tune ends.
Carlos crawls back into the kitchen and throws the buds and nails in the trash bin.
“Hey, these things happen little Miss.” He says with a big smile on his face, not mocking her but trying to cheer her up.
“You have quite a voice Carlos.” She says but Carlos is to busy to hear her compliment.
He is working on her runny tap, which seemed like a bad choice of words so he didn’t tell her he was.
“All done!” He cheerfully shouts while the water runs out of the tap better than it had before.
He packs up his tools and writes her a receipt.
She pays him and tips him fairly large.
“For me?” He asks her.
“Yes, for the concert you gave.” She tells him.
He walks out of her apartment laughing “Well, thank you very much!”
“Smoke gets in your eyes.” He sings while he walks down the hallway.
She lives on the top floor of this flat, in her dream she her kitchen is flooded and goes through each floor of the flat.
Drowning people and pets, and damaging all their belongings.
Then she wakes up in that very dream and notices nothing until she gets to her kitchen to make some coffee.
She sees the water has flooded the kitchen floor and water is shooting from the pipes on the wall near the sink.
That moment her front door is kicked in and it’s the police and angry neighbors ready to pitchfork her.
Today is her day off and she looks for a plumber in the yellow pages.
She picks a random one from the page, which seemed like a nice ad
“Got a leak? Let Carlos take a peak!”
After calling the number the plumber tells her he will be there at 10.
She cleans up her kitchen and before she knows it was already 10 her doorbell rings.
She opens the door and standing in front of her is a middle aged man in a stereotype repairman outfit with on his chest a small logo of himself in a stereotype repairman outfit.
He is holding a big toolbox and in his other hand he is holding a toilet plunger which rests on his shoulder.
“Good! Morning!” He cheerfully says through his big coffee yellow smile.
“H.. Hi.” Susie replies.
“Come on in Carlos the problem is the kitchen sink and the tap is runny, can I call you Carlos?”
Carlos steps inside and she closes the door behind him.
“Sure lady, that’s my name.” He tells her while he walks into the kitchen.
Susie walks up to the sink and explains “This is the trouble maker, I was hoping you could fix it from leaking.”
“And something is making it drain really slow.” She adds.
“I will have a look, don’t you worry I can fix anything.” He tells her while he puts his toolbox on the ground.
He opens his toolbox and takes out a small radio and puts it on the kitchen table and flips it on.
The tape inside begins to spin and an old tune starts to play while he opens the small doors that hide the sink.
He puts his toolbox next to it and picks some tools out of it and gets on his back.
He crawls under the sink which has never seemed that deep to Susie.
“This is one long intro, when does the singing start?” She asks Carlos.
“Something here inside cannot be denied.” Carlos sings.
Susie is leaning against the kitchen table looking at Carlos his shoes wiggling along with the tune.
“Oh, when your heart’s on fire.”
The sink makes his voice a bit hollow sounding.
Susie is becoming bored and her mind begins to wonder along with the tune.
“To think they could doubt my love”
His voice starts to travel down the pipes to each of the floors in the flat.
Below her lives an elderly lady that is probably knitting a sweater for her grandson when she suddenly hears Carlos sing a song she remembers.
“Yet today my love has flown away.”
His voice continues to travel through the pipes and reaches the young vegan couple below her making breakfast.
They are having a fight about what vegetables are okay and which are not.
Because it might be possible the bugs that got killed made an animal starve to death.
“I am without my love.”
His voice continues to travel down the pipes all the way down to the gay couple below them.
“Oh, so I smile and say.”
One of them is sitting at the kitchen table eating only the pink cheerios in his bowl.
The other one is complaining to him about it, hoping his lover would stop being so standard gay.
Carlos voices continues its way down to the kitchen of the single mother with two kids.
Twins to be precise, a boy and a girl and a Labrador, if she could keep a man it would have been a near perfect family.
The single mom has to pay a lot of attention to her kids because they almost always mirror each others actions.
And each morning she had to stop her son from rolling all the toilet paper around the dog.
When she had done so and unwrapped the dog, she goes back to make breakfast for her kids.
Her daughter would do the same thing over again.
“When a lovely flame dies.”
The IT guy on the first floor gets woken up by Carlos his singing.
After a night of programming AI pornstar chat bots he needed his sleep so he turns to his other side with a pillow pressed against the side of his head.
“Smoke gets in your eyes.”
She wonders if the vibrations of his singing could travel through the sewers of the town and people sitting on their toilets would hear his singing.
She laughs, they might think there’s a little singing leprechaun living in their asshole.
“Found your problem!” Carlos shouts with a pinch of joy.
She is barely able to see his face underneath the sink but he is holding up a wet dripping bundle of cigarette buds and nail clippings.
She doesn’t know what to say, but remembers how this would have happened.
For a long time now she has been hiding the fact she is smoking again, from her boyfriend.
At night she sits on the kitchen top with her feet in the sink, looking and smoking out of the window.
Sometimes while clipping her toenails and because of her paranoia she did not want to throw the buds out of the window because of the dangers of fire.
She was not able to predict the drain would get stuffed and the danger of the runny tap.
“Smoke gets in your eyes.” Carlos sings, at the same time the tune ends.
Carlos crawls back into the kitchen and throws the buds and nails in the trash bin.
“Hey, these things happen little Miss.” He says with a big smile on his face, not mocking her but trying to cheer her up.
“You have quite a voice Carlos.” She says but Carlos is to busy to hear her compliment.
He is working on her runny tap, which seemed like a bad choice of words so he didn’t tell her he was.
“All done!” He cheerfully shouts while the water runs out of the tap better than it had before.
He packs up his tools and writes her a receipt.
She pays him and tips him fairly large.
“For me?” He asks her.
“Yes, for the concert you gave.” She tells him.
He walks out of her apartment laughing “Well, thank you very much!”
“Smoke gets in your eyes.” He sings while he walks down the hallway.
