probe buster
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So last Sunday started off with an early morning meeting with a landlord on a house property for a permission dig. The day was gloomy with intermittent rain, but who cares, my digging partner and I were ready to make some dirt fly...but little did we know just how that dirt would fly.
Within 15 minutes of probing my partner hit a jammed hole near the rear property line. A test pit revealed the dreaded screwtops at the one foot level. He looks over at me as I'm probing the side line and asks, "Wadaya think, should I fill it?" I ask, "How deep does it probe?" He reaches over and grabs the probe as I'm walking toward him, slides it into the pit and within two seconds a volcano of dirt blasts him in the face. Simultaneously we both smell that oh too familiar odor filling the air as the dirt and dust billows several feet above the rear six foot fence. Yep, it was a gas line that was fed from the rear alley!
The landlord is around the other side of the house seeking shelter from the rain. She reveals pure panic as we both rush toward her explaining that there's a serious problem. As we explain the situation she seems to actually calm down. The first words out of her mouth were, "Oh my God, by the look on your faces I thought you found a dead body or something!" She then grabs for her cell phone and calls 911. Within 10 minutes a fire truck rolls up with a crew of four and secures the area. A guy from So Cal Gas Company pulls up 10 minutes later and calls in for a repair crew, who happen to be at home on call. We sheepishly provide our contact information and move on to our next permission site, figuring we had probably worn out our welcome here.
Now the unwelcoming suspense lingers as we await the repair bill. Maybe we should just bend over now in preparation for the pain! My partner is now one up on me: he now has two gas line notches on his probe; I have one (in 20+ years of digging). Anyone out there have him beat? []
Within 15 minutes of probing my partner hit a jammed hole near the rear property line. A test pit revealed the dreaded screwtops at the one foot level. He looks over at me as I'm probing the side line and asks, "Wadaya think, should I fill it?" I ask, "How deep does it probe?" He reaches over and grabs the probe as I'm walking toward him, slides it into the pit and within two seconds a volcano of dirt blasts him in the face. Simultaneously we both smell that oh too familiar odor filling the air as the dirt and dust billows several feet above the rear six foot fence. Yep, it was a gas line that was fed from the rear alley!
The landlord is around the other side of the house seeking shelter from the rain. She reveals pure panic as we both rush toward her explaining that there's a serious problem. As we explain the situation she seems to actually calm down. The first words out of her mouth were, "Oh my God, by the look on your faces I thought you found a dead body or something!" She then grabs for her cell phone and calls 911. Within 10 minutes a fire truck rolls up with a crew of four and secures the area. A guy from So Cal Gas Company pulls up 10 minutes later and calls in for a repair crew, who happen to be at home on call. We sheepishly provide our contact information and move on to our next permission site, figuring we had probably worn out our welcome here.
Now the unwelcoming suspense lingers as we await the repair bill. Maybe we should just bend over now in preparation for the pain! My partner is now one up on me: he now has two gas line notches on his probe; I have one (in 20+ years of digging). Anyone out there have him beat? []