Philosophy of a Plumber

To finish off my hellweek (see earlier post!) I would just like to say that the plumbing fiasco has now been resolved. Patrick the Plumber came over, and gave me a detailed overview of what would need to be done in order to dislodge the apparent mass that was obstructing our main water line. He warned that although he could do it, things could likely get "messy". Translation: prepare to clean poowater spatter of 10,000 other people off your basement walls after reaming machine blows through your pipes like a rabid gopher on LSD. So after prepping the work surface with various rags and garbage bags, we were ready to let the reaming begin. Ratarataratarataratarattttttttta!!! Five minutes later, it was fixed. Spatter was at a minimum. I whined to the plumber a bit about all the repairs we seem to have made lately, and he was sympathetic. So sympathetic, in fact, that he did not charge a SINGLE PENNY for the work. Joy of joys! But while there was no monetary obligation this time, I was forced to listen to the musings of the philosophical plumber, and he was happy to share with me how this experience would make me stronger, why I should not be stressed, and how there really. really. really! is a light at the end of the plumbing tunnel.

I will never take my plumbing for granted again. Ever!