I got sent to the 3 store in Oldham because the toilet was blocked. I couldn't plunge it so traced it through into the service area to a soil pipe in the sprinkler room. I opened an access and put my camera up and saw the blockage, I couldn't loosen it with the camera so stuck a bag of sand up against the access and put my jetter in. I gave it a quick blast and the blockage freed but my bag of sand idea didn't quite work out. The weight of water pushed the bag forward which sent the contents of the pipe up onto me Its the most i've been covered in 8 years on the job
This 'blockage' it's poo isn't it? Human Poo. There's not a shower or soap product in the world that could make me feel clean again after that, and there was me moaning about my crappy day to the OH.
I admire people who can do that for a living. When our sewers blocked up at work & the rodding guy came out & jetted through a manhole in the exercise yard, he was effectively covered head to foot in watered down s**t & didn't bat an eyelid, fair play to him
i can see a piece of sweetcorn lol seriously though you are more of a man than me, i cant even clean up after the dog
I can never understand how or why sweetcorn can be good for you when it comes out exactly the same as it went in, surely if it isn't digested you can't get any goodness from it?
Thats bad mate, Iv had my fair share of splash backs when unblocking drains but thats proper nasty. I do remember leaning out of a ground floor window to ask the rodding guys if they wanted a cuppa right as the blockage gave way and I took a face full of poo, makes me wretch abit thinking about it.
Thats another thing, even if you chew it it still seems to come out whole, how can this be? Is sweetcorn like the T1000 from Terminator2, perhaps it can morph back into it's original state. I don't like the idea of that happening inside me
I've spent several hours on the phone to Santander mortgages, being forwarded to several different departments, each of which told me something different and having to absolutely start from scratch with my whole life history for each of them. At the end of which they arranged to call me back on monday to talk to me about the re-mortgage I'd phoned them up for in the first place. I think I would genuinely rather have been jetted with high pressure human excrement.
I amazed that you had the presence of mind to take a photograph, Ian. lol Do you now also have the nasty stuff all over your camera, too?
I have to hand it to the plumber. This is the 'not-so-good' end of the trade! I hope you gave them a really s***ty invoice! It's one thing working in your own mess, quite another when it comes to others! I know it all smells the same! Kudos!