Zombies Have No Respect for Plumbing

Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t sewage.

When I start pullin’ the snake back, the white chunks start dropping off the cable, little flaps of raw skin. At this stage, it starts to fall off like a bad sunburn, only meatier. The smell hits me and I want to double over. At least if the worst happens I am in a bathroom and can easily find the can.

“Ma’am, do you know anything about this?” I ask, pointing at the muck, retching under the stench. I’m pretty sure more than a couple teeth are in the mess now.

“Oh dear. Why don’t you plumbers make these drains good enough?”

“Well, we don’t expect you to push the cherished remains of your dead husband down the drain.”

“But he needs his shower, his hygiene was never in order, even before his accident. I just pushed it down with my toes.”





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