You ever wonder what sort of foul, crusty nastiness contaminates the plumbing of your home? Well, the other night, after paying $400 to the Roto-Rooter guy, Bridgette and I were able to find out:
A tangled, rancid mess of tree roots, rusty sand, and miscellanious nastiness.
If I’d have been thinking right, I would have snapped a picture of the bucketful of blackened shame that the gentleman delivered to us, but I wasn’t. I was unfortunately preoccupied with the dank, putrid smell that now overwhelmed our basement. It was like trying to maintain a conversation with a pleasant stranger while an unwashed hobo is pooping on the sidewalk just a few yards away and speaking in an invented language.
The good news is that now we can run our washing machine without flooding the basement. That bad news is that we basically paid a man $400 to make our basement smell like human feces. This truly is the filthiest remorse of all.