Rick pulled more. A tangled ball of “flushable” wipes—which are never flushable—wrapped around the roots like a wet Christmas garland. The water in the basement gave a final, defeated sigh and drained. The toilet upstairs burped, then settled into a quiet, functional silence.
“Yep,” Rick said. “Main line’s plugged solid.” clogged main sewer line
A black fist of sludge, roots, and what looked like a miniature plastic dinosaur came writhing out of the pipe. The smell doubled. Lena, from the porch: “Was that a toy?” Rick pulled more
Dave paid Rick a sum that made his soul wince. Rick left a business card magnet on the fridge: “We’ve seen worse. Probably.” then settled into a quiet