I am not sure why, but I guess I always had a picture in my mind of what a
septic tank looked like. Oval, sort of shaped like a submarine. Metal,
possibly painted green or black. Well, I couldn’t have been more wrong. I
don’t know where that idea came from, but I’ll just store it in the
section of my brain labeled ‘Not Even Close,’ right next to the vote I
cast for Ralph Nader in 2000.
Phil and his crew were working the last few days, digging a trench for the
water line to enter the house and digging a huge hole for the septic. I
was busy constructing the final posts and a bunch of floor joists. We were
staying out of each other’s way. They informed me the tank would be
arriving this morning, so I didn’t want to miss it. I arrived at the site
just as the truck was backing up the driveway. It was a big flatbed with a
boom, and on the back was a huge concrete box. A bunker, if you will.
Actually, a fall-out shelter is what it most resembled. You may remember
the episode of the sitcom ‘Happy Days,’ when the Cunninghams have a
fall-out shelter built and buried in their backyard? That is the point of
reference my brain clamped onto.
The actual lowering of this behemoth into the ground was a bit
anti-climactic. The guy had a remote control for the boom arm, and he
lowered that baby into place without breaking a sweat. Less than a
half-hour later and he was on his way. I was left with my own 1750 gallon
capacity pillbox. So if this whole North Korean thing gets ugly, you know
where to find me.
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