lilroach
Well-Known Member
My grow room is in a room in the basement of my rented townhouse. It's behind a locked door that even my wife doesn't know where the key is.
Last night we discovered our sewer line was backing up and spooge was coming slowly out of the drain in the basement floor.
Guess where the main sewer line's access is? Yep, in the veg area of my grow room.....and I didn't realize this little fact until the landlord and plumber arrived today and I was out on an appointment.
My wife frantically called me and told me that the plumber HAD to get at the main access.
I scrambled home to a waiting plumber and landlord. I grabbed the landlord (he's a younger guy) and took him aside and told him that I needed 10 minutes to get the dead bodies out of the room. He and the plumber went out for a smoke.
Thankfully my flower room also has a locking door and I chucked as much shit as I could in there. The problem was that I had about six ounces of weed hanging and drying in the veg room. My wife held out her arms and I just kept loading branches and buds and told her to take them upstairs to our bedroom.
Here's where another rub comes into play, her 32 year old daughter and 3 year old grandson was between the basement and our bedroom. Neither had any idea that I was growing. Roberta came running up with six ounces of weed in her arms and ran past her daughter.
"Holy FUCKIN' SHIT!" was her daughter's reaction.
She now knows I'm growing weed.
The snaking of our sewer went well....and neither saw anything incriminating.
Then I got the call from the landlord. "Whatever you have going on down there I don't want to know about it. Just make sure you have your stuff out of the way if the sewer backs up again."
So I'm smoking a fattie and have poured myself a stiff one knowing that I have to do a shit-load (pun intended) of mud to clean up before I go to bed.
Last night we discovered our sewer line was backing up and spooge was coming slowly out of the drain in the basement floor.
Guess where the main sewer line's access is? Yep, in the veg area of my grow room.....and I didn't realize this little fact until the landlord and plumber arrived today and I was out on an appointment.
My wife frantically called me and told me that the plumber HAD to get at the main access.
I scrambled home to a waiting plumber and landlord. I grabbed the landlord (he's a younger guy) and took him aside and told him that I needed 10 minutes to get the dead bodies out of the room. He and the plumber went out for a smoke.
Thankfully my flower room also has a locking door and I chucked as much shit as I could in there. The problem was that I had about six ounces of weed hanging and drying in the veg room. My wife held out her arms and I just kept loading branches and buds and told her to take them upstairs to our bedroom.
Here's where another rub comes into play, her 32 year old daughter and 3 year old grandson was between the basement and our bedroom. Neither had any idea that I was growing. Roberta came running up with six ounces of weed in her arms and ran past her daughter.
"Holy FUCKIN' SHIT!" was her daughter's reaction.
She now knows I'm growing weed.
The snaking of our sewer went well....and neither saw anything incriminating.
Then I got the call from the landlord. "Whatever you have going on down there I don't want to know about it. Just make sure you have your stuff out of the way if the sewer backs up again."
So I'm smoking a fattie and have poured myself a stiff one knowing that I have to do a shit-load (pun intended) of mud to clean up before I go to bed.
