Took my family to the ballgame last August against the (yuck) Red Sox, the one where Waino got the dubya. Beat ‘em 5-2, Birds looked sharp, great game, was so hot. Good lord St. Louis gets hot. Sometimes it feels like it’s a hundred and fahrty fahr degrees with 99.9% humidity. You know how it goes, take a shower, start sweating as soon as you turn off the water.
So that happened to us the other day, but this time, while my wife was in the shower, I flushed the toilet and I heard a scream. First thing I thought was “What the hell was that???” Second thing I thought was “She fell!”. I went running into the other bathroom and what I saw was almost as bad, sewage backing up from the shower drain. Aw crap (literally and figuratively), I thought to myself. This sucks more than losing in the first round of the playoffs to the Blackhawks.
Now I consider myself rather handy, to be honest. Not patting myself on the back or anything, but I can hang when it comes to handling things around the house. I’ve put up siding with a little help from some close friends, and promising them sammiches and beer at the end :), I make a mean tuna sub almost as good as the ones Fatman’s used to make. Sidenote, how awesome was that place?
I’ve installed our Trane AC unit and cleaned out the ventilation shafts throughout the house. New fridge? No problem mon. Laid down the new bamboo flooring in the hallway and kitchen. another side note, bamboo is WAY more resilient than any hardwood floor could ever be, but I’ll get to that in another post at some point. I put carpet in the bedrooms. I’ve painted those bedrooms.
In short, I like to think of myself as a poor man’s Tim the toolman Taylor. But this, this sewer monstrosity that took us by surprise, well, gross. That’s all I have to say, gross. But of course I didn’t say that to anyone nosireebob. I wanted to grab this poo covered bull by the harns and put him back from whence he came. So I opened up that drain that was still spewing sewage and I felt like Tim Robbins at the end of Shawshank Redemption except he threw up way less than I did.
I didn’t want to give up but when I realized I was contributing to the mess just as much as the backing up drain, not to mention my wife said the problem was starting to leak out of the bathroom, I decided it was time to call a St. Louis Emergency Plumber. This was no longer a job for a novice. Who you gonna call? Not Ghostbusters in this case although I am certainly excited to see the remake, lord I hope they don’t ruin it. No, I called St. Louis Plumbing & Repair, because I knew they’d send out the most qualified emergency plumber St. Louis has to offer.
And you know what? They came out and fixed it faster than the two shakes of a lamb’s tail that Mia Wallace needed to get ready for her “date” with John Travolta in Pulp Fiction. And you know what else? Those St. Louis Emergency Plumbing experts that came to fix the Mount St. Helens of brown coming out of my shower showed me tips and tricks to avoid situations like that, even though they knew it would decrease their chances of me calling them again, but actually increased my chances for calling them for something else that I didn’t know how to fix.
In short, these guys made my day better, my summer better, and my house better. If you have emergency plumbing needs, or even non emergency needs like septic pumping or water heater installation, give the guys at St. Louis Plumbing Repair a shout, or find them on their St. Louis Plumbing & Repair Yelp Page.
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