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Leo sighed. He threaded the jetter head into the pipe and turned the pressure to 3,500 psi—enough to strip paint off concrete. The hose shuddered. Water geysered back through the floor drain, brown and foul. Then something gave . The hose lurched forward half a metre.
Leo smiled. That was why he charged what he charged.
The address was a 1920s bungalow in Devonport, all charming weatherboards and overgrown hydrangeas. The homeowner, a frantic man named Simon in a bathrobe, met him at the door. “The dishwasher flooded. Water’s coming up through the floor drain in the laundry. I called three other plumbers—they said they don’t do ‘specialist’ work this late.” specialist drain unblocking auckland
Leo nodded. He’d seen this twice before in twenty years. Once in a commercial kitchen in Takapuna, once in a church hall in Grey Lynn. “You ever have renovations done? Maybe before you bought the place?”
Leo sat back on his heels. He looked at Simon, who was now gripping the doorframe. “You’re going to want to sit down for this,” Leo said quietly. Leo sighed
Simon stared at the bag. “You’re not going to finish the job?”
Leo pulled the camera back slowly. “You been putting coffee grounds down the sink?” Water geysered back through the floor drain, brown and foul
The call came in at 11:47 PM on a wet Auckland Thursday.