I knew something was wrong because of the smell.
It hit me when I unlocked my apartment door one evening.
The smell was not “dog shat the rug” foul, nor was it “old food in the garbage” foul… it was … just foul.
And this what I found in the bathroom:
My sink exploded while I was at work. Water and pools of sludge were everywhere.
I think the proper term is “backed up.”