I was on my way to work last work when I noticed the smell of sewage outside the house. As much as I hated being late for work, I was more concerned about where the smell was coming from. I walked to the side of the house and there was water bubbling up through the ground. I knew exactly where the water was bubbling up from, because it was right where my sewer was located. The smell was even worse when I got around the house, and I knew it wasn’t water, but there was sewage in my yard. I called our plumber and told him what was happening. I could hear him groan, and I was imagining this was not the way he wanted to start his day. I asked him if I should take the day off so I could be home when he arrived. He asked if anyone would be home, and I told him it was only my fourteen-year-old son. He groaned again and said he would be there about 10AM. I called work and told them about my emergency, but I had already talked to the plumber and he would be here in the morning. When the plumber arrived, he was able to force what he called a sleeve, in through the broken sewer pipe and repair the break. I was still left with the job of paying someone to clean up the mess I had in my yard, but at least the plumber didn’t need to tear the yard up to get to the broken sewer pipe.