Years ago, I lived in a bottom level apartment with one apartment above me. One afternoon, water began rising up from our kitchen sink drain and flooding into the apartment. We quickly discerned that the water was coming from our upstairs neighbor’s washing machine draining and there must be a clog in the pipe below. I ran upstairs and knocked on her door, explaining the situation. “Can you stop the wash?” And she was like, “No, I don’t have clean underwear for tomorrow.” Yes, dear reader, she