My wife came back from LA early this morning, I was heading to bed, she wanted a shower.
Around 1:30am I hear her ask "Has the shower been draining this slow?"
I get up, and no, it hasn't, it isn't draining at all, and water is coming up under the toilet, forced past the wax seal.
Well, this is interesting.
I apply some draino, a plunger, nothing works.
"Alrighty then, lets get to sleep, call the plumber in the morning" Oh...what a foul mistake.
As I'm pacing upstairs at 2:30 in the morning, I look down and see a trickle of water from the trap outside. Tickled my brain, but didn't register that it was blocked outside the house.
Wake up at 6am, stagger upstairs for coffee, drink coffee, perform my morning constitutional, and flush the toilet.
"OH FUCK"
Run downstairs in time to watch my golgothian offspring filling the bathtub.
Call a few places, few folks I know, no luck. I have a 25 foot snake, but that wasn't long enough from inside.
Walk out to the external access.
Hey, wtf, this is SEALED.
With concrete.
By the assholes that put the driveway in.
Also, it isn't in the right place.
Call ACE (friend of ours worked there), they send a guy out, plate gets unsealed......bolt gets drilled out......
4+ foot fountain of shit erupts....turns into a downhill tsunami of scat. I'm running downhill in front of the vile wave, yelling for the old dudes at the bottom of the hill to get out of the way.
Chaos.
Then the pigeons arrive.
The sidewalk down to the street has turned into a downhill fondant of shit and toilet paper.
Dude busts out the industrial drain snake (heh), and we make an interesting discovery.
1) The access plate was fully sealed
2) The access area had been moved at some point
3) There was no p-trap at all, it was a straight pipe down into the driveway.
4) What the fuck was blocking it, we never found out.
The dirk diggler got into something down the driveway, no idea what it was, but it blew through and everything started draining. I have to say the tub hasn't drained so fast since we moved in.
Have a friends with a snake cam, we are going to find out what the fuck is going on out to the street.
Oddly, things came out in that fountain of chocolate that I know have never gone down the toilet whilst we have lived here.
I now smell of bleach, as does the bathtub downstairs, and in fact the entire bathroom.
It was tubgirl, without the girl. I now know what it would be like to give an elephant an enema.
AND IT WOULD BE AWESOME!
Around 1:30am I hear her ask "Has the shower been draining this slow?"
I get up, and no, it hasn't, it isn't draining at all, and water is coming up under the toilet, forced past the wax seal.
Well, this is interesting.
I apply some draino, a plunger, nothing works.
"Alrighty then, lets get to sleep, call the plumber in the morning" Oh...what a foul mistake.
As I'm pacing upstairs at 2:30 in the morning, I look down and see a trickle of water from the trap outside. Tickled my brain, but didn't register that it was blocked outside the house.
Wake up at 6am, stagger upstairs for coffee, drink coffee, perform my morning constitutional, and flush the toilet.
"OH FUCK"
Run downstairs in time to watch my golgothian offspring filling the bathtub.
Call a few places, few folks I know, no luck. I have a 25 foot snake, but that wasn't long enough from inside.
Walk out to the external access.
Hey, wtf, this is SEALED.
With concrete.
By the assholes that put the driveway in.
Also, it isn't in the right place.
Call ACE (friend of ours worked there), they send a guy out, plate gets unsealed......bolt gets drilled out......
4+ foot fountain of shit erupts....turns into a downhill tsunami of scat. I'm running downhill in front of the vile wave, yelling for the old dudes at the bottom of the hill to get out of the way.
Chaos.
Then the pigeons arrive.
The sidewalk down to the street has turned into a downhill fondant of shit and toilet paper.
Dude busts out the industrial drain snake (heh), and we make an interesting discovery.
1) The access plate was fully sealed
2) The access area had been moved at some point
3) There was no p-trap at all, it was a straight pipe down into the driveway.
4) What the fuck was blocking it, we never found out.
The dirk diggler got into something down the driveway, no idea what it was, but it blew through and everything started draining. I have to say the tub hasn't drained so fast since we moved in.
Have a friends with a snake cam, we are going to find out what the fuck is going on out to the street.
Oddly, things came out in that fountain of chocolate that I know have never gone down the toilet whilst we have lived here.
I now smell of bleach, as does the bathtub downstairs, and in fact the entire bathroom.
It was tubgirl, without the girl. I now know what it would be like to give an elephant an enema.
AND IT WOULD BE AWESOME!
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