Drain | Doctor Wellington

It wasn’t a root ball. It wasn’t grease. It was a door.

“Drain Doctor Wellington,” I said, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder as I pulled a clean shirt over my head. “Leo speaking.” drain doctor wellington

Then I saw it.

“Thank God,” she whispered. “It started this morning. Just a gurgle in the laundry tub. Then… the smell.” It wasn’t a root ball

Holding it closed.

I deleted the footage. Filed the report as “routine root intrusion.” And I never took another job on Aro Street again. ” I said