So I was in a real bind... we just returned from a 5-day vacation from the Smoky Mountains and I entered our master bathroom only to be welcomed by a stench more foul than Satan's toilet. I immediately flashbacked to 5 days ago, just minutes before leaving for the Smoky's, recalling my wife shouting from a distance, ""Honey, Abraham (our son) pooped in the master bathroom and the toilet won't flush. Please take care of it!"" Well, I kind of sorta FORGOT and, uhhh... that would explain the diabolic stench that was currently strangling me. I didn't know what to fear more, Lucifer's presence or facing my wife's 'understandable' rage. I frantically wrestled with the murky abyss that was my toilet, but to no avail. Lucky for me, my wife was in the backyard bragging to her friends about what a great vacation we just returned from. Seizing this window of opportunity, I made the next best guy move... I started to formulate the most creative excuses... plus, I google'd ""emergency toilet repair"". Well, Roto-Rooter popped up. I phoned them and within 15 minutes Mike showed up at the door, latex gloves on, and blue shoe covers. He unclogged my toilet in 5 minutes (found part of a toilet cleaner jammed in the pipes), left no trace of my blunders, and was out of there 15 minutes before my wife got off the phone... all for a very reasonable price. She never even knew what happened... well, until she reads this!
Roto-Rooters, thank you for saving my toilet AND MY MARRIAGE! You guys are the best!
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