So if you live here in Happy Valley--Provo/Orem, Utah area, give them a call because they were very accommodating and quick and brought a humongous snakey thing that roared through our drains and brought up a--men, turn your head away while I mention this little item to the girls--a Tampax. A very unrecognizable Tampax but one never the less. He said that the little hundred-dollar-items catch on a seam in a pipe or a root, in the drain that goes from the house to the sewer, and then bits of food--we don't use a garbage disposal so that doesn't apply here--no, we're not purists but the last time we had drain problems the drain-guy said don't put food down our garbage disposal unless it's just mashed potatoes--and anyway our garbage disposal was grinding it's last and so we didn't replace it, but I am getting off the subject with one of those run on sentences I use so often. Anyway, the drain guy said food or tissues catche on it--and probably other things that he was too polite to mention--and everything swells and then your laundry room is puddling with wash water from the Nile. See this little jewel? It is forty-years old. I love the old thing. Notice the fine Clorox product? I should get dollars in the mail for my fine product placement, don't you think?
I am so sorry I didn't take a picture of that nifty snakey thing that went eighty feet into our drains and all the way off our property, probably. But, here is the mess that was made--not by Rootmaster--a former plumber, who couldn't get the master drain clean-out-thing off, really beat up our wall about eighteen years ago and we have just lived with it ever since. We don't move real fast around there in Happy Valley. 
