Super cold in the Northeast US…
Plumber removed a backroom sink a few months ago… A sink that tapped directly into a blackwater line under a toilet. Apparently, one of the days - or overnights most likely - when the temp went well below zero farenheits… the drain line under the floorboards froze and the inevitable happened.
I got to clean it up.
Oh, the joys of being the “property-manager/fixit girl” (that literally lives around the block) for a small business.
Welp, at least I’m the least disposable in the company, as when shit like this happens, no one else wants to tackle it, so I suppose that’s good…
FML.
Well, shit.
The person whom I think dropped those quite healthy deuces, felt awful about the poopsplosion and happened to be in town a few nights later, and bought me a dinner… Out of the blue?
Hmmm.
Thank you.
Did they cause the poopsplosion as an excuse to buy you dinner?
Good God… why?
Just buy me a dinner, no need to go all scat-fetish happy first. LOL!
I honestly think - as the room is at the back of a shop and the exit to the parking lot is right there - that they left that evening and saw it and were just too embarassed to deal with it.