[mr.jim.lahey]

Around Christmas of 2008 my wife tried to put a bunch of old roast beef down the In-Sink-Erator 777ss waste disposal. Totally bunged-up the works and almost flooded both kitchen sinks. I took all the pipes apart and tried using my own snake to no avail (with my lovely angel offering advice the whole time). Of course it was at night on a weekend on the coldest day of the year. I called Mr. Rooter and was told it would take about two hours to get to my house due the awful weather. Mr. Rooter arrived with an industrial sized snake and went to work. I felt bad for calling the guy out on such a brutal night, so I decided to make small talk while he worked and asked him where about he had come from that night. He answered ‘Pakistan’. I said ‘No I mean whereabouts in the city tonight’. Anyway, he was at my house for about 45mins and was pulling up huge chunks of semi-garburated beef fat. When all was said and done he presented me a bill for over $400 (this did include however a small plastic jug of Mr. Rooter drain cleaner). To make things even better, my wife got at me for the way I was talking to her while I was pulling all the kitchen piping apart