Carla pointed to the sink. “You’ve got copper pipes under there, right? Drano doesn’t care about your clog. It cares about metal. You’ve probably got pinhole leaks forming in your pipes as we speak. In a week, your kitchen ceiling downstairs is going to look like a watercolor painting.”
The rubber gaskets swelled and liquefied. The plastic drain hose turned soft as taffy. The heating element glowed orange, then dulled, coated in a crust of corrosive salt.
“Let me guess,” she said, peeling a gob of rubber off the floor. “Drano.” can you pour drano in a dishwasher
“Clogs are clogs,” he muttered, reading the label. It said: For sinks, tubs, showers. It did not say: For dishwashers. But Leo was a man of initiative, not instructions.
A toxic belch of steam hit him in the face. The Drano, designed to eat through hair and grease in a drain , was now being churned by the dishwasher’s pump—a pump full of rubber seals, plastic impellers, and delicate wiring. The chemical reaction was no longer just dissolving a clog. It was cooking inside the machine. Carla pointed to the sink
For about ninety seconds.
Leo’s stomach dropped. “What’s the bad part?” It cares about metal
And that’s when the real disaster began. The backflow.