Friday, December 20, 2013

This happened, part five or Merry F**king Christmas, sorry mom)



That's the back end of the Restoration Guy Who Responded to the Plumber Guy Who Responded to Me Who Responded to the Backed-Up Kitchen Sink And Smell That Responded to Sewage That Responded to Corroded and Split Pipes From 1924 That Responded to Old Sycamore Tree Branches and the Detritus of Ninety-four Years.

The Restoration Guy, pictured above (underneath the HazMat suit and mask was a bald-headed, tattooed, friendly guy), crawled under Sophie's Room to inspect the mold there which he declared not too bad. The Plumber Guy gave me a ball-park figure to fix the main line, and I stripped naked and ran down the street screaming.

That happened.

What's happening in your parts?

14 comments:

  1. F*%k. I had a plumbing disaster not long ago which resulted in Jonah declaring that the whole house smelled like farts (he was right, also, thank god I planted that money tree in the back yard). Nothing happening around here; unemployed for a month and a few days, packing and generally freaking out.

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  2. "I stripped naked and ran down the street screaming." your neighbors must think you are completely bonkers, what, with all the streaking you do! :)

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  3. Oof. This should happen to Rush Limbaugh. And you should get his millions, in addition to your sainthood nomination.

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  4. Oh yikes. It's always something. And since when do home-repair guys wear Haz-Mat suits??

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  5. Oh dear. Well if it's any consolation, it's been a ton o' fun at our house too. We woke up Thursday night to armed policemen (guns drawn just like on COPS) and a police dog in our gated back yard. My husband (men can be so dumb) opened the back door saying "officer, officer, what is wrong?" Of course he says go inside and lock your doors. After an hour, with helicopters strobing our bedroom, they left. Merry Christmas! Anon Suz

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  6. About twenty years ago, this exact same thing happened to us. Well, the roots clogging and growing through the old pipes were pine, not sycamore, but it was Christmas Eve day and I had plumbers crawling around all over, digging up shit (literally, of course) and tearing up my yard and it's such a happy holiday memory.
    As I recall I did not strip naked and run down the street. I had too many little children and did not have the energy. I simply sobbed into the tea towel and basted the ham.

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  7. Oh dear. I cannot imagine. Well, sadly I can.

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  8. Every muscle in my body just clenched in horror.

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  9. Oh, Elizabeth, I am so sorry. We had a similar plumbing disaster this past year, which I would tell you about but it is not a hopeful tale. Right now I am drinking champagne and baking cookies. It felt like a festive thing to do but it is mostly making me sleepy.

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  10. I had to have a whole new drain pipe (from the back of the house to the street) replaced during a party. In the rain. It spilled sewage into the neighbor's yard, and wouldn't you know, that neighbor didn't have a very good sense of humor. Anyway, I completely understand the desire to strip naked and run down the street screaming.

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