One of the prize aspects of this property is the septic "system," which seems to have been fashioned a hundred years ago from a tuna can and a lot of wishful thinking, and placed strategically below the furnace room, just so there could never be a damned thing we could do about it without disassembling the other major on-premises system and a large part of our building.
You may have noticed that the Northeast has been rather moist these days, and when the groundwater rises, it also flows into our "system," and the toilets, they stop flushing. Just on the cusp of one of the biggest holiday weekends.
We had some people stop off last night for a room, and we tried to turn them away. But they didn't want to get back on the road, and on the understanding that "anything they put in the toilets might just stay there," they stayed the night. Welcome! Home Sweet Home! They have yet to emerge, but hopefully they weren't asphyxiated by their own fumes in the night.
So, we called the guy with the truck and the hose at 5 am this morning, and he promises to come and give us a good pump.
If there's one thing I can say about this business, it's that it will keep us humble. Oh yes.