My brother Elliot is a MAN. Clearly he is a man, but now he is super macho.
He is in his early 20’s, so he’s no boy. He has always worked and studied hard. He has always dealt with difficult situations well, and has taken care of any shit that has come his way. On Saturday he did both of those things, literally. Friday night our septic system failed, and we were reduced to pre-indoor plumbing circumstances, or as my husband would say “sub-optimal.”
So on Friday –I went down to the basement where I discovered the extent of the “situation”—which was all over the floor. After that, Elliot and I promptly uncovered the septic tank, we thought it looked kind of full. We thought maybe that was why when the toilets flushed, it dumped in the basement instead of the septic tank. However, it was not the tank, it turns out the pipe leading from the house to the tank was pinched.
So, Saturday while my mother and I had an early Mothers’ Day visit with my Nana—Elliot took care of the “situation.” What I mean by that is that he spent all day digging up the broken pipe, which also included shoveling out a hole filled with human waste. Anybody who can do that is an adult, so for him, he is a MAN. For Mother’s day he gave my mother her indoor plumbing back, kind of hard to top that one. Also, I was pleased to have it back myself. Yay for flushing!
