(Holidailies Day #14.)
This is a gross one. And it’s five minutes to midnight. So it’s quality reading indeed.
Several years ago, we had a couple of floods at work because of grease being poured down the drain at the adjacent restaurant. Fat is pretty solid in cold, sewery places and the result of a blockage is absolutely disgusting; the horrific stench takes days to leave one’s nostrils physically, longer mentally/spiritually.
You may have heard about the fatbergs in London in the last few years; apparently, the fact that one the size of a 747 was found in Shepherd’s Bush earlier this fall has done nothing to help alleviate the greasy-related pressures on the sewer system.
To which I say, fucking ew. And what the hell are y’all thinking? And what is your obsession with wet toilet wipes? Good lord, Dawn (O’)Porter has a lot to answer for.