Hey honey!
Yes, Dear?
There's water all over the basement floor.
OH! OH! That doesn't sound good. I'd better take a look.
That's NOT water! The sewer's backed up. Well there's only one person who's going to fix it and I know who's elected.
Got to move the
paint cupboard to get at the cleanout. That's not too bad. first empty the shelves and stack 20 years worth of half -full cans of old dried up
paint ,and stack them at the other end of the basement. Now break open the cleanout rusted shut with 40 years of unuse. OH! GEE! Cough! Cough! That's BAD!
Better find a rentall and get a snake.
An hour of pushing and twisting and hacking and using unprintable normally unthinkable words Cough! Cough!
BLURB! BLURP! WHOOOSH!
YaHooo!!! Now to wash the floor, throw away my clothes, and shower off the grunge.
I ask myself, "Why is this Always My job?" Cause it IS, thats why.
Guess I'll repaint the floor now. That's my job too.