The Battle of the Bubbles was not a war Arthur had planned to fight on a Tuesday evening.
It started innocently enough. Arthur, a man whose domestic skills were limited to making toast and unclogging the occasional toilet, decided to wash his "lucky" flannel shirt. He had owned the shirt for fifteen years. It had holes in the elbows, a frayed collar, and, unbeknownst to Arthur, a pocket full of debris from a landscaping project he’d abandoned three months prior. how to unclog a washer