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FLUSH

The honey wagon came to our house this morning. We are too far from the sewer line to be required to hook up and have a cesspool. We get a pump every year around this time.

Once again, the guy who came to do the job was interesting, engaging, funny, interesting, and a born conversationalist.

This has been the case since we got started with this company. We have an annual meet and greet with the sewage pumper.

This one has a horse, his wife teaches at Pamona college, they live in rural Banning on a small ranch, the company is expanding into all kinds of sewage treatment, they are the hookup people for the new sewage lines in Cathedral City. On and on all in a flow.

I wonder what makes this particular job so attractive to interesting guys.

The affect could be compensation for the nature of the job. But, wouldn't it be equally true that they could be a rather glum lot; taciturn and 'serious' in response to their profession?

They are also almost supernaturally sensitive. Each and every one has been as interested in us as in telling about themselves.

They clean up carefully and make a fuss about the dog who cannot come out to 'watch' but stands by the slider screen as close to the pumpout port as he can (about 12 inches as it turns out).

At the end, there was a question about the price. It was more than twice that of last year. He was non-plused that 'the office' hadn't told me about the increase. All costs are up including the new pumpage fee at the city sewer.

He went to do the reciept and came back with it and my check and told me that he cut the volume he had pumped so the bill would only be about 50% higher than last year. Would I please write out a new check? I demurred. He insisted.

How good a deal is that?

That is their truck for real. They have flames running from the radiator down the side of the hood and the cab.

Indeed.

I guess the whole company is 'like that'. A nice sense of humor about themselves and their craft.