Let's get together before we get much older

The case of the mysterious sink: this morning I'm looking at my sink and it begins to fill with water. From the drain. Both sinks filling up with swirly, soapy water. It rises and rises until it overflows in a steady waterfall. Spreading across the floor, a bubbling tide. It continues. We throw down towels. We call the emergency numbers. Upstairs, two girls are washing dishes, their water filling my kitchen. A clear-handled plunger is produced. Maybe Adam Sandler sold it in Punchdrunk Love. I'm punchdrunk.