Finally, a workman or two punch in. They knock down the last walls, and inadvertently break a pipe. Water gushes into the Pit Stop's basement and no one knows how to turn off the water main. Clark, our 260-pound contractor, supermans it shut in the end. Minor blip, compared to the following day. One by one, one guy snaps off the floorboards. He pops a hole through the Pit Stop's wall, accidentally. Another blip, unparalleled with the end-of-the-day ridiculous discovery: The foundation -- rotten, rotted, and in some places, the brick collapsed and disintegrated into the sand. Progress, at the very least.
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