Things looked grim when it was clear that the blockage to our plumbing was not in pipes under the house but between the house and the street. That could mean a lot of things, most worrisome the roots of one of the city’s enormous Torrey Pines looming overhead.
So the call went in to Bill Howe on a Saturday. They promised to come between 1-4, and while these types of windows are never reassuring, I came to appreciate them better witnessing how long our project turned out to be. The long and short of it was the arrival of our plumber, Chris at 3 p.m. He ended up working 3.5 hours on the job, and while the arrangement of our drainage proved a puzzle to solve and no solution seemed in sight, he never wavered. As we got to after 5 p.m. I was bracing myself for him to throw in the towel–why wouldn’t he, all the snaking was proving useless. Still,
just when you might think fatigue and the end of a work day would be enought to call it quits, he was willing to try a new strategy, pulling the toilet and running the snake to the street from inside the house–a rather timely and labor intensive effort. But I could see the look of determination, this guy was not going to back down until the solution was at hand. To our good fortune and Chris’ persistance, the snaking from the house, some 100 feet of it, produced the tangle of myterious fabric that had been flushed and caught up in roots at the street level. Of course, all this occurred on an evening with a planned dinner party, which it turned out we didn’t have to scrub afterall. Well, my hats off to Chris the man from Connamara–he saw things through, was courteous throughout and quick and efficient on the clean-up.