...removing hair from the shower drain.
Seriously. Disgusting. Can't... ugh! Must. Not. Do. Again.
My gag reflex was tested and, at times, failed me. Though I didn't "ralph", I came close. The Roto-rooter man must have a stomach of steel.
And I have had some pretty gross things happen to me. Just a few months ago, Amberlee barfed in my mouth as I held her up and over me to tease her, not realizing that the food she just ate wasn't settling very well. I also had a quick stint with the pre-med path in college, poking around inside the heads of cadavers. I have cleaned out guy-shot deer when the bullet pulverized its innards into a steamy soup. And, not too long ago, I stepped in Amberlee's droppings in the hallway, squishing the goo between my toes.
But, this hair removal business is, by far, the worst. In the words of Jeff Foxworthy, "It was like [trying to pull] a wet St. Bernard through the cat door." Plumbers are worth their costs, in my opinion.
I'm sure there are worse things in the world, but right now I can't stomach the thought of them. I'm in need of some serious counseling now.
