Flushed Away

We've had to break down and call a plumber. Now, when you think of a plumber, the first image that comes to mind is a fat balding old guy, wearing a torn flannel shirt that's too small and a pair of jeans that apparently are too big, resulting in the ever-so-popular "plumber's crack" to appear (why wear a belt if it doesn't do it's job?). However, there are three guys here, none of which fit the description above. They are actually decent looking men, ranging from about early 30's to late 40's.
Our toilets are slow flushing . . . again. Always wanted a house with two toilets. We have one with three. And they don't work (well, except the third one which is out in the garage with spiders in every corner looking at you, and we all know how much I love spiders).
Apparently they are going to send a camera in (gross) and check out what's holding up the line. And we've always wondered why we have a bright green patch of grass in the middle of the yard that never dies, even when the rest of the grass is browned from the summer sun. Maybe a connection?