Drain pain update

A week ago a plumber busted up our laundry room floor, dug up the broken pipe, and replaced it with a new one. The old cast iron pipe had very much disintegrated and it was a bit of a relief seeing it so we could be sure it probably was just the passage of time and not anything we had done per say to cause that level of deterioration.

However, the plumber left things rather unfinished. He didn't re-camera as was promised, did not remove the broken snake line, didn't leave a bill, neglected to reinstall the laundry room sink and (where my washing machine drains), and left the broken pipe sitting in our back yard. While we figured concrete needs to dry, the completion of the project seemed to have been abandoned. A second plumber was suppose to finish things up the following day, but he never showed up nor returned our call. Who doesn't love spending an entire Saturday waiting around for a no-show?

Since laundry don't wait for nothing around here, my dear husband spent several hours on Sunday reinstalling our sink so the washer could go back to work. Before that I'd ran a couple loads, while sitting next to the machine armed with two 5 gallon buckets, that I used to catch the run off water to dump into our shower. It was kind of like a fire water bucket line...or as my son pointed out, "like [that scene in Fantasia] the brooms with the water buckets." As I pressed him into service he hummed the song from the movie as he walked down the hall to dump his bucket. We were all grateful to get our sink back into operation.

We got ahold of the company owner yesterday, who thought everything had been taken care of. So we're still not done with this little repair project, and of course we'll have to find someone to fix the floor, but for now, things are at least functional again.