He pushed. He pulled. He cranked. The snake bucked in his hands, then went limp. He pulled it out. On the end was a muddy, dripping, unmistakable object: a small, plastic toy dinosaur. A Tyrannosaurus rex , to be precise.
“Main sewer line,” Sam whispered, the three most dreaded words in a homeowner’s vocabulary. “It’s clogged.” main sewer line clogged
“A-1 Rooter,” a cheerful voice answered. “Emergency service? That’ll be a two-hundred-dollar trip fee, plus hourly.” He pushed
She unspooled a hose from her truck, attached a nozzle with rear-facing jets, and fed it into the pipe. “Stand back.” unmistakable object: a small
“Just come,” Sam whispered.
Maria grinned. “You’re clear.”