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A drain clog has a flair for drama. It waits until the house is full of guests, the restaurant dinner rush has started, or the washing machine is halfway through a load before announcing itself with a gurgle, a belch, and that unmistakable swampy aroma. If plumbing had a villain soundtrack, it would play softly under the kitchen sink. Most people meet a clogged drain with optimism first. A plunger appears. Then a bottle of something harsh and suspiciously neon. Then mayb

The first clue is usually not dramatic. The air conditioner still runs. The thermostat still lights up with that smug little number you selected. Air comes out of the vents. Technically, civilization has not collapsed. Then the electric bill arrives looking like it spent a weekend in Vegas. A struggling air conditioner has a particular talent for seeming “mostly fine” while quietly devouring energy and delivering the cooling performance of a tired desk fan. Rooms stay