Septic man* was here yesterday. We like our septic man. He’s a friendly, forthright fellow and has gotten us out of at least one, well, jam. We exchanged greetings over the roar of his fabulous vacuum. I was headed out the driveway as he got to work, and when I saw him peering into the tank, it struck me that you could be the King of England, but your septic guy sees you strictly as just another human…
*The man himself is not septic.