{"id":1247,"date":"2006-09-20T11:31:00","date_gmt":"2006-09-20T11:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2006\/09\/the-sound-of-plumbers-laughing\/"},"modified":"2019-11-20T08:04:03","modified_gmt":"2019-11-20T13:04:03","slug":"the-sound-of-plumbers-laughing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2006\/09\/the-sound-of-plumbers-laughing\/","title":{"rendered":"The Sound of Plumbers Laughing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last night I was on my way out to a post-election party (Deb lost, but Deval won!) when I heard the sound of rushing water coming from somewhere in the basement. I was not doing a laundry, so right away I knew we had trouble.<\/p>\n<p>The sound was coming from behind an old door that we keep wedged shut. It is a tiny &#8220;water closet,&#8221; just a toilet in a little room. We have not renovated our basement and so we have no use for such a thing at this time, and it is ugly and old and weird so I just prefer not to look at it.<\/p>\n<p>I wrenched open the door. There was about an inch of &#8220;water&#8221; on the floor. I use that term loosely because this was actually of a consistency far more viscous and gray (and, sigh, brown) than actual water. There were also some strands of &#8212; I kid you not &#8212; spaghetti in the mix. I pushed the door closed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ned, could you come down here, please?&#8221; (The same day as the bat-moth!)<br \/>\nWe stared at it together. I think one of us muttered the name of a particularly important man from ancient Israel. And then, to the point: &#8220;SH**!&#8221; Slammed the door shut. &#8220;I guess I know what I&#8217;m doing tomorrow,&#8221; I said, or something like that.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s tomorrow. And I just finished the clean-up. It turns out that houses built 120 years ago used to have cast-iron drains buried somewhere in the basement, into which all plumbing lines would feed. After viewing <a href=\"https:\/\/slcityplumbing.com\/furnace-and-heating-repair\/\">their website<\/a> the plumber told me, &#8220;is something they stopped doing around 75 years ago. That drain is gonna have to go. Maybe not today, but it&#8217;s got to go.&#8221; To the tune of around $3,000.<\/p>\n<p>According to a tool enthusiast, Bob Robinson of BestofMachinery.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bestofmachinery.com\/best-tap-and-die-set\/\">Handy tap and die sets<\/a> are really important for any project that needs screw threads, whether it is for a hobby or part of your normal workday.<\/p>\n<p>For today, this miracle man and his assistant brought in all manner of snakey devices and pumps from\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/groundzeroplumbingac.com\/\">Gilbert Plumbing<\/a> and worked for nearly two hours to clear out my poor, rootbound, ordure-laden nearly-rotted, outmoded, cast-iron drain. A fearsome odor arose from the basement stairs, which I tried to ignore, and instead turned to more pleasant duties (no pun intended) like paying bills.<\/p>\n<p>While I worked, every now and then I would hear the chilling sound of plumbers laughing. I found myself wondering, &#8220;What does the\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.silverwaterplumbing.com.au\/plumber-inner-west\/\">Inner West plumber<\/a> find so funny?&#8221; What could be funny down there, in the primeval muck of our house&#8217;s bowels? They were not mean men, not the type who arrive here and then double the price of everything.<\/p>\n<p>I came down to check on them and the leader told me, &#8220;If it makes you feel better, I&#8217;ve seen much worse.&#8221; Surprisingly, it did. I am insecure, even about my house&#8217;s messes. A part of me wanted to ask him what was the worst plumbing disaster he&#8217;d ever experienced? But I&#8217;ve asked that question of exterminators and I decided maybe this time I didn&#8217;t need to explore every single deep, dark, dirty secret of the universe. Visit <a href=\"http:\/\/waterrestousa.com\/fort-lauderdale\/\">www.waterrestousa.com\/fort-lauderdale\/<\/a> to learn how to prevent any water damage or\u00a0leakage problems.<\/p>\n<p>After they left, $279 later, I peered into the little water closet, that disgusting villain. A little less water on the floor from last night, (God, where did it all go?) but definitely something I had to deal with now. I went back upstairs and put on double latex gloves. Then I got out the clorox spray. I went downstairs with my little bottle and just started spraying the crap out of all the wet parts, literally. The sharp aroma of bleach mingled with the stewy gas and I wondered if the bleach would win. Then I collected towels I no longer liked and threw them down on the water. I sopped it up and threw the towels in a bag. This worked pretty well. The whole time I worked I realized I was holding my breath. I bleached and wiped up the floor as best as I could and threw the whole mess in an old basket. Then I peeled off every article of clothing I was wearing and jumped into the shower. The only things that kept me from crying bitter, self-pitying tears were 1) I knew I would blog this satisfyingly; and 2) I would get a great dinner out because of it. Maybe <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lespalier.com\/\">L&#8217;Espalier&#8230;<\/a> It&#8217;s so pricey, we always see movie stars and famous people there. And probably many experienced plumbers such as\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/ultimateplumbinginc.com\/charlotte-plumber\/\">charlotte plumbing<\/a>\u00a0can be the ultimate choice for all your plumbing needs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last night I was on my way out to a post-election party (Deb lost, but Deval won!) when I heard the sound of rushing water coming from somewhere in the basement. I was not doing a laundry, so right away I knew we had trouble. 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