Monday morning greeted Cal with sludge backing up into the tub when he ran the washing machine.
“Son of a bitch.” He knew the plumbing was touchy, but he’d hoped—silly, really—that it wouldn’t be a major issue.
Shower delayed, Cal grabbed the magnet for A+ Plumbing from the fridge and arranged for someone to come as soon as possible. He made coffee and waited for the deck guys to arrive.
The plumbers and the carpenters tried to avoid getting into each other’s way, but the outside clean out was located close to where they were building. Cal gave up expecting anything to go his way, and was unsurprised when the verdict was a severely corroded main sewer line.
“How much are we looking at?”
“A few thousand dollars.” The plumber explained Cal’s options: digging a trench would cost less but
