If I were some rich fat cat, I would step into the shower every morning and not have to worry that it might be clogged.  I would have some head butler who measured the flow rate each day and would anticipate such things and have someone see to it.  I would never know about it; things would just work every day.

I would not have to stick a snake down the drain and pull out a slimy, stinking, wad of old hair and dispose of it.  Somebody else would.

But that’s not how my life is.