Getting the old, flood-destroyed water heater the fuck out of here. I guess the blacklunged prickly pear who installed the new heater isn't going to make good on his repeated assurance that he'll definitely be back with his assistant to schlep the dead one up and out of the house, huh? Having made multiple phone calls over the years, I guess that, even now, the furnace/water-heating business is flush enough to not demand contractors bust their assistants' asses to make an extra $50 off the scrap metal from their gigs.
Also, a better photo of the house's west corner, where the internal sump pump may or may not be ready to work in case of emergency.
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