Date: 2009-07-06 02:32 Subject: Rotorooter owns my ass Security: Public Mots clés criznap

So, I got home from my trip to the U.K. a few weeks ago, and the morning after, I stuck a load of laundry in the washer. The water flooded my basement floor when it drained. Yeah, welcome home, Joan.

So I called trusty Rotorooter, hoping they'd get it open, but they couldn't. After they put down their nifty little camera-thingy, they discovered that our main drain from the house to the street had been broken up by tree roots and had to be replaced. I sat at my kitchen table and cried when the poor guy gave me the estimate. Imagine a low, five-digit figure...

( Then they did this... )

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