I know how you guys like a good septic story. I show up at a residence for a maintenance pumping and find that the tank has never been pumped (35 years). They did not even know where the tank was located. I locate the tank and the husband and I dig it up (about 2 feet). I started the truck and pump running and tell the wife to turn on every faucet in the house (this one is solid cake, I know some of you are starting to get excited!). As I start removing layer upon layer of the "artifacts", the husband is in shear amazement that this truck can suck like it does. While we are working the top of the tank (the recent arrivals), I spot a condom. Just in conversation I mention to him that they should not throw any feminine or masculine products down the toilet. He looks at me and asks, Is that what I think it is? I said yes it is. He stands up and says "I don't use them and I am only home one day a week". At this point I am thinking, me and my big mouth! He went into the house and an argument ensued. I finish the job and as I am packing up he tells me, "Oh, by the way, the condom, it was my son's. I just smiled and said "Good boy". I left thinking that I was probably (almost) as happy as he was. Moral of the story, the septic man knows many secrets and that's what they should remain.
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A good septic story.