Rotorooter Tales

I walked into the men's locker room at the Y, where a plumber under the sink was snaking a Rotorooter cable into the stopped up drain. His labors brought back memories from my college summers when I worked at a plumbing shop. Fifty years had gone by, while I kept horrendous Rotorooter incidents bottled up inside--no one ever wants to discuss such things.

I told him of my past, and then we swapped stories of when Rotorooter jobs had gone bad--horribly bad. I told a gross story; he topped it; I told a grosser one; he topped that with the grossest Rotorooter tale of all times-- one I can never repeat.

Although I lost, sharing was great therapy.