"Dootie Calls"

Last weekend, we had our semi-annual golf weekend at the Broussard's farm. The house was built in the 1920's.

That's a little misleading because it's been updated and looks almost brand new. The only things that give away the age are the low ceiling and old hardwood floors. AND the septic system. Of course, originally, there was an out-house. No one knows where that was located.

Anyway, the current septic system has a few quirks. First off, when you flush, it's hot water that fills the bowl. Truly, you could burn your hiney if you are not careful. Secondly, as the bowl empties, it bubbles up and gurgles. Thirdly, when you flush upstairs, it bubbles up and gurgles downstairs.

Karolyn likes to take advantage of having servicemen come out while she's there. Luckily for us, she called "Dirty Job" to provide us with a couple of hours of entertainment.

They arrived about 9:30.

 Our entertainment started with the truck. We loved all the little details---the skunk, "stinky" and the little quote, "dootie calls." Love the, "2500 gallons of You Know What!" And, I guess it's official now---UT stinks! (That orange "T" is the symbol for the University of Tennessee).

This one is hard to read, but it says "Somebody's gotta do it." I would have changed that to "Somebody's gotta doo doo it!"

Their first quest was to find the septic tank. Bruce had told Karolyn where he thought it was---on the other side of the fence about 20 yards away. This was entertainment all by itself. One of the guys that was doing the digging, had the low slung pants. I'm sure you get the picture---each time he bent over to dig. Seriously, his pants were ALL the way down! That "cracked" us up!!

They couldn't find the septic tank, so they traced the piping from the house and dug up spots about 4 feet apart, only to decide it definitely wasn't out there. Turns out, it was right next to the house and partially under the deck. They dug it up. It was concrete. That's when the questions started (from us). Karolyn started with, "Are you sure that's not a grave?" 

I ask TONS of questions. I'm just one of those type of people who wants to know everything. I asked how they were going to lift up that concrete. The young fellow---who was missing all four of his front teeth---named "Cooter"---seriously, I'm not making this stuff up---he had it tattooed on his arm---early 20's---said that he could bench press 225 lbs. and this only weighed about 50-75 lbs. No way! It was a six inch thick slab about 6 ft. x 3 ft. I then asked how long he'd been doing this type of work. He responded, "two days." 

Cooter, used a pick axe to slide the lid over. It's as smelly and nasty looking as you can imagine. But we had to see it. (It's times like these I wish I could add a "scratch and sniff" feature to my blog). We chatted with the guys for at least a half hour. I've learned every possible thing about the workings of septic tanks. Actually, I'm not making fun---it was very interesting. I have a huge respect for people that know their business (if you know what I mean!)

All in all, things were working properly. Just the action of sliding the concrete lid eliminated the gurgling of the toilets inside. Maybe it was just an air problem. They were there about 2 1/2 hours and only charged $150. That seemed like a bargain to me. That kind of work should cost a lot more. The people that "doo doo" it deserve more.

There's not much that can take us away from our scrapbooking, but this did it! You can always rely on the Broussards to provide the best in entertainment! Actually, I guess you could say, it was a "crappy" weekend! 

Sorry about that but I just couldn't resist.