This is the view of my kitchen. Everything below the joint you see was ancient iron pipe that I took out. A real plumber had actually replaced the iron that was above the joint due to a huge crack in it. But, while the geniuses were removing that pipe, they let all the debris from their work--shards of iron, pieces of the upstairs bathroom, drywall, etc. -- fall straight down into the pipe below, resulting a clog that was beyond the might of any roto-rooter. That was what started my joy.

Here's the basement. All the pipe here is the other half of what I replaced. The angle at the top was needed to line up the pipe with the final pipe connecting to the sewer. The people who put in the original pipe must have thought that it needed a lot of support for the weight, and so they had wedged it into the wall and kitchen floor, and stuffed two bricks underneath it. All that had to be chopped out, which is why I got to play with hammer, chisel, and power drill.