My father helped run a construction company when I was a kid, and he was pretty hands-on with his work. While he was perfectly at home in the office drawing up plans (or whatever construction guys do; I never had much interest in his profession, though I know he was good at it), he did occasionally regale us kids with tales of the times he had to crawl through sewers to find something or other. (I assume he was looking for leaks, though again, these stories didn’t really resonate with me because they didn’t end with him being accosted by a Star Wars trash-compactor monster or, say, Ripley.)
Never in a million years did I think I’d follow in his footsteps—until now. Because, my good fellow travelers, “crawling through a sewer” is basically what I had to do to bring you this tweet. And it’s a doozy.