"Found your problem," Mac shouted from the hole. He pulled out a long, mesh filter device that looked like a prison grate. It was matted with solid waste, grease, and what looked disturbingly like flushable wipes—the very things Elias had ignorantly trusted the packaging on.
Monday morning brought the cavalry in the form of "Mac’s Septic & Sewer," a faded blue truck that looked like it had seen the depths of hell and survived. septic tank blockage
Elias stood by, feeling a strange mix of shame and panic. "Is it... is it bad?" "Found your problem," Mac shouted from the hole